Morality, Poem by Charles Cros

Poem by Charles Cros Collection The Sandalwood CasketPeriod 19th century

On wooden horses to slip rings onto hooks,
To watch a poodle expert at dominoes,
To try to win a goose with balls you throw,
To breathe the dust and sweat of passing crowds,
To drink warm coconut from a pewter cup
From that shabby vendor crying ter lin tin tin,
To come home alone to bed, when the fair ends,
To sleep quite peacefully while awaiting glory
In a cool bed in summer, but well heated in winter,
All that is worth far more than going to the café.

Charles Cros

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