Classic Poem

Go foolish thoughts, and join the throng
Of myriads gone before
To flutter and flap and flit along
The airy limbo shore.

Go, words of sport and words of wit,
Sarcastic points and fine,
And words of wisdom wholly fit
With folly's to combine.

Go, words of wisdom, words of sense,
Which while the heart belied,
The tongue still uttered for pretence
The inner blank to hide.

Go, words of wit, so gay, so light,
That still were meant express
To soothe the smart of fancied slight
By fancies of success.

Go, broodings vain o'er fancied wrong;
Go, love-dreams vainer still,
And scorn that's not, but would be, strong,
And Pride without a Will.

Go, foolish thoughts, and find your way
Where myriads went before,
To linger, languish and decay
Upon the limbo shore.