by W.B. Yets I WHISPERED, ‘I am too young,’ | |
And then, ‘I am old enough’; | |
Wherefore I threw a penny | |
To find out if I might love. | |
‘Go and love, go and love, young man, | 5 |
If the lady be young and fair,’ | |
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, | |
I am looped in the loops of her hair. | |
Oh, love is the crooked thing, | |
There is nobody wise enough | 10 |
To find out all that is in it, | |
For he would be thinking of love | |
Till the stars had run away, | |
And the shadows eaten the moon. | |
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, | 15 |
One cannot begin it too soon. |
"Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us."
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Young Man's Song
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