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JOHN FRANCIS WALLER (1810-1894)
LOVE IN REALITY Translated from the Celtic
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WAY with the nonsense of vain poetasters, Their sighing and dying's all lying and fudge; They say love's a disease full of woes and disasters : I deny it point-blank, and think I'm a judge.
I boldly assert by my manhood, that no man Is all that he should be who is not in love;
And Providence) sure, sent us beautiful woman, The joy, not the plague of existence to prove.
For myself I'm in love, head and ears, at the prebent, With a maid like a swan so graceful and fair,
And the symptoms I find, on the whole, very pleasant, And just the reverse of what poets declare.
I shed not a tear, and I ne'er think of sighing;
I moan not, I groan not, in fanciful woe; And if truth must be told, I am so far from dying
Of love, but for love I'd have died long ago.
I keep up flesh and blood for the sake of this beauty;
I make it a point to be sound wind and limb; I eat well, I drink well, I sleep as a duty,
For then of my love all sweet things I can dream. |
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