THE LAKE ISLE - Walter Porter Poems

 
 

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THE LAKE ISLE

    O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop,
With the little bright boxes
            piled up neatly upon the shelves
And the loose fragment cavendish
            and the shag,
And the bright Virginia
            loose under the bright glass cases,
And a pair of scales
            not too greasy,
And the votailles dropping in for a word or two in passing,
For a flip word, and to tidy their hair a bit.

    O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
Lend me a little tobacco-shop,
            or install me in any profession
Save this damn'd profession of writing,
            where one needs one's brains all the time.