Muir Holburn - Selected Poems

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SPECTRES:

VIII.

THE BEQUEST

 

 

 

 

To you, good my lord devil, I shall leave

A little long valued book that holds the key

Phrases to fivescore lively and competent jokes,

Gathered on board the earth and from surprising sources

You with your sense of rhapsodiac fun

Will yield to these, consider than my passport.

Here you will find research

Concerning wave’s kindness, wind’s whipsharpness,

Days’ travail and the ludicrous

Passage of wights among the trams and quarries.

 

No sir, the gift is rash. ‘Tis just a loan

Until I move across to claim my own.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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