Bald heads forgetful of their sins,<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> Old, learned, respectable bald heads Edit and annotate the lines That young men, tossing on their beds, Rhymed out in love’s despair To flatter beauty’s ignorant ear. All shuffle there; all cough in ink; All wear the carpet with their shoes; All think what other people think; All know the man their neighbor knows. Lord, what would they say Did their Catullus walk that way? 1915 |
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