Henry Cuyler Bunner 1855-1896 John Bartlett

Love must kiss that mortal’s eyes
Who hopes to see fair Arcady.
No gold can buy you entrance there;
But beggared Love may go all bare—
No wisdom won with weariness;
But Love goes in with Folly’s dress—
No fame that wit could ever win;
But only Love may lead Love in.

The Way to Arcady. 1

    Ah woe is me, through all my days
  Wisdom and wealth I both have got,
And fame and name and great men’s praise;
  But Love, ah! Love I have it not.

The Way to Arcady.

Note 1.
See Louise Chandler Moulton: The Secret of Arcady. Page 795. [back]

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