Poem – “The Song of the Strange Ascetic”

If I had been a Heathen,I'd have praised the purple vine,My slaves should dig the vineyards,And I would drink the wine.But Higgins is a Heathen,And his slaves grow lean and grey,That he may drink some tepid milkExactly twice a day. If I had been a Heathen,I'd have crowned Neaera's curls,And filled my life with love … Continue reading Poem – “The Song of the Strange Ascetic”