Constancy

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Constancy

I had a dream. A throng of people sped

Hard after something that before them fled⁠—

A ball that leapt and bounded. I pursued,

Kicking, like all the rest, at Bryan’s head.

Ah, God, it was indeed a ghastly play!

That noble head⁠—its locks in disarray

Streaming like feathers of a shuttlecock⁠—

Urged with resounding buffets on its way.

Ever the foremost in the chase accurst

Ran Two who in his life, too, had been first

Among his followers. “Behold,” I cried,

“Those twins of constancy, the Devil and Hearst!”

Smitten in spirit with a sudden shame.

And from intemperate exertion lame,

I sprang, and skyward with a parting kick

Hoisted that mellow bulb, and left the game.