Cold Weather Stuff
I
Soracte's crest is snowy, Thaliarchus;
The weather bureau says, " Continued Cold. "
Let's sit around the heater and — in any merry metre —
Imbibe a little stuff that isn't sold.
Why fret about the future, Thaliarchus?
Gather ye roses (Herrick) while ye may!
There's nothing quite so pleasant as the brimming, vivid present;
The time to do your living is Today.
It's evening on the Campus, Thaliarchus;
The girls are out in couples — yes, in twelves —
I'd make a tidy gamble if we took a little amble
We might run into merriment ourselves.
II
How shining white Soracte shines!
Ice are the streams, the woods are snowy
Decant the best of Sabine wines!
Fill up the grate, the night is blowy.
As to the rest, leave that to them
Who keep the cypresses from shaking.
The sunrise of the next a. m.
Is not a thing of human making.
Youth yet is yours! Scorn not the dance!
Your daily exercise continue;
And don't say there is no Romance
As long as there is breath within you.
Come, Thaliarchus, let us go
And take a walk upon the Campus,
And give the girls the double-o,
And let them, Thaliarchus, vamp us.
I
Soracte's crest is snowy, Thaliarchus;
The weather bureau says, " Continued Cold. "
Let's sit around the heater and — in any merry metre —
Imbibe a little stuff that isn't sold.
Why fret about the future, Thaliarchus?
Gather ye roses (Herrick) while ye may!
There's nothing quite so pleasant as the brimming, vivid present;
The time to do your living is Today.
It's evening on the Campus, Thaliarchus;
The girls are out in couples — yes, in twelves —
I'd make a tidy gamble if we took a little amble
We might run into merriment ourselves.
II
How shining white Soracte shines!
Ice are the streams, the woods are snowy
Decant the best of Sabine wines!
Fill up the grate, the night is blowy.
As to the rest, leave that to them
Who keep the cypresses from shaking.
The sunrise of the next a. m.
Is not a thing of human making.
Youth yet is yours! Scorn not the dance!
Your daily exercise continue;
And don't say there is no Romance
As long as there is breath within you.
Come, Thaliarchus, let us go
And take a walk upon the Campus,
And give the girls the double-o,
And let them, Thaliarchus, vamp us.
Soracte's crest is snowy, Thaliarchus;
The weather bureau says, " Continued Cold. "
Let's sit around the heater and — in any merry metre —
Imbibe a little stuff that isn't sold.
Why fret about the future, Thaliarchus?
Gather ye roses (Herrick) while ye may!
There's nothing quite so pleasant as the brimming, vivid present;
The time to do your living is Today.
It's evening on the Campus, Thaliarchus;
The girls are out in couples — yes, in twelves —
I'd make a tidy gamble if we took a little amble
We might run into merriment ourselves.
II
How shining white Soracte shines!
Ice are the streams, the woods are snowy
Decant the best of Sabine wines!
Fill up the grate, the night is blowy.
As to the rest, leave that to them
Who keep the cypresses from shaking.
The sunrise of the next a. m.
Is not a thing of human making.
Youth yet is yours! Scorn not the dance!
Your daily exercise continue;
And don't say there is no Romance
As long as there is breath within you.
Come, Thaliarchus, let us go
And take a walk upon the Campus,
And give the girls the double-o,
And let them, Thaliarchus, vamp us.
I
Soracte's crest is snowy, Thaliarchus;
The weather bureau says, " Continued Cold. "
Let's sit around the heater and — in any merry metre —
Imbibe a little stuff that isn't sold.
Why fret about the future, Thaliarchus?
Gather ye roses (Herrick) while ye may!
There's nothing quite so pleasant as the brimming, vivid present;
The time to do your living is Today.
It's evening on the Campus, Thaliarchus;
The girls are out in couples — yes, in twelves —
I'd make a tidy gamble if we took a little amble
We might run into merriment ourselves.
II
How shining white Soracte shines!
Ice are the streams, the woods are snowy
Decant the best of Sabine wines!
Fill up the grate, the night is blowy.
As to the rest, leave that to them
Who keep the cypresses from shaking.
The sunrise of the next a. m.
Is not a thing of human making.
Youth yet is yours! Scorn not the dance!
Your daily exercise continue;
And don't say there is no Romance
As long as there is breath within you.
Come, Thaliarchus, let us go
And take a walk upon the Campus,
And give the girls the double-o,
And let them, Thaliarchus, vamp us.
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