The Vagrant of Time

by Charles G.D. Roberts



(From "The Sprightly Pilgrim")


I SAT and read Anacreon.
     Moved by the gay, delicious measure
I mused that lips were made for love,
     And love to charm a poet's leisure.

And as I mused a maid came by

     With something in her look that caught me.
Forgotten was Anacreon's line,
     But not the lesson he had taught me.