09.05.2012, 19:57
Alfred George Stephens
1865 – 1933 Australien
In Memoriam Tranquillissimam
JOHN FARRELL.
Dead? I suppose so! And what does it matter
I sleep well, anyway - and what's the odds?
Isn't it perfect calm we give the gods?
And calm is best, in spite of all the chatter.
I don't know that I'd care to grow much fatter,
Duller and wearier - keep on pickling rods
To beat old age with. So, as who's-this nods,
The earlier end is better than the latter.
Besides, I've done my share of hurrying:
Let others take the pace - I won't be missed:
P'r'aps two or three will think of me - say one,
To save me from the fate of Tomlinson -
You know it? Fine thing? ... Well, I won't insist . .
Then that's all right - and what's the use of worrying?
1865 – 1933 Australien
In Memoriam Tranquillissimam
JOHN FARRELL.
Dead? I suppose so! And what does it matter
I sleep well, anyway - and what's the odds?
Isn't it perfect calm we give the gods?
And calm is best, in spite of all the chatter.
I don't know that I'd care to grow much fatter,
Duller and wearier - keep on pickling rods
To beat old age with. So, as who's-this nods,
The earlier end is better than the latter.
Besides, I've done my share of hurrying:
Let others take the pace - I won't be missed:
P'r'aps two or three will think of me - say one,
To save me from the fate of Tomlinson -
You know it? Fine thing? ... Well, I won't insist . .
Then that's all right - and what's the use of worrying?