Springtime
Willow: Why do you bend so low
with your staring into the stream?
Only to see how deep it is!
Fool: Do you think you're beardless still
or meditating suicide?
Only to find if one might wade!
Lilies and cat-tails belong to the young,
and the water is cold this time of year?
Only to touch my love over there!
Your love? you love? and which is she?
That wrinkled gnarled old bandy-leg?
The one with the gay white limbs!
Dotard: What could she see in you?
She'd yank your beard and laugh away?
She's nodding her head at me!
with your staring into the stream?
Only to see how deep it is!
Fool: Do you think you're beardless still
or meditating suicide?
Only to find if one might wade!
Lilies and cat-tails belong to the young,
and the water is cold this time of year?
Only to touch my love over there!
Your love? you love? and which is she?
That wrinkled gnarled old bandy-leg?
The one with the gay white limbs!
Dotard: What could she see in you?
She'd yank your beard and laugh away?
She's nodding her head at me!
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