Classic Poem

One might easily try this way,
one could feasibly go that,
But meanwhile, in-between-while,
two grow drowsier and fat
with who's-to-know just-what-to-do
curled round each other like a cat.

Much decision is required,
active energies to carry it,
and when human feet are tired
more than patience not to harry it
with tender, drooping wits inspired
to hold the mood and marry it.

Why not lazily be flowers
nodding yes to questing showers
caught in cross winds mediating
harmonies in their debating;
or two opposite heads mating,
two no longer separating?

Who's against it if we stay here,
give conjecture all the way here;
let the fanciful horizon
have more earth to lay its skies on;
and if no one else is for it
who are they if we adore it?

So why get up and say where,
untie ourselves and hie there,
since where might well be better far,
much better than our going there;
while there might be right where we are,
one two, two one, both sitting here.