His fictive merchandise I bought
For him to keep and show again,
Then led him slowly from the crush
Of his cold-shouldered fellow men.
"And so, Llewellyn," I began --
"Not so," he said; "not so, at all:
I've tried the world, and found it good,
For more than twenty years this fall.
"And what the world has left of me
Will go now in a little while."
And what the world had left of him
Was partly an unholy guile.
"That I have paid for being calm
Is what you see, if you have eyes;
For let a man be calm too long,
He pays for much before he dies.
"Be calm when you are growing old
And you have nothing else to do;
Pour not the wine of life too thin
If water means the death of you.
"You say I might have learned at home
The truth in season to be strong?
Not so; I took the wine of life
Too thin, and I was calm too long.
"Like others who are strong too late,
For me there was no going back;
For I had found another speed,
And I was on the other track.
"God knows how far I might have gone
Or what there might have been to see;
But my speed had a sudden end,
And here you have the end of me."
The end or not, it may be now
But little farther from the truth
To say those worn satiric eyes
Had something of immortal youth.
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