Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Greed

Ten-score shades bringeth thou,
From a raindrop come from heaven?
Can thou? If so tell me how,
When the drop but holdeth seven.

How many pearls maketh thou,
From a lone, roughened grain,
How many seconds can thou steal from Now,
When Time himself is slain?

Wherefore doth thou pursue greed,
When greed chaseth thou,
Wherefore is Envy's jealous steed,
Harboured in thine heart?

What gift is bestowed unto thou,
In return for thine pursuit?
What unholy gain, tell me now,
What flower, oh! what fruit?

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