Classic Poem

I THOUGHT Joy went by me,
I thought Love was dead—
They did it but to try me;
Laughingly Love said:

“We are crazy fellows,
All the roads we roam;
When you come to find us,
We are not at home.

“Then some winter evening
We will straggle in,
Set the rafters rocking
With the old familiar din.

“Stay not hands to hold us
When we're bowsed and fed,
We are crazy fellows,” . . . .
Laughingly Love said.