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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117930" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Variations of an Air</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Old King Cole<br>Was a merry old soul<br>And a merry old soul was he<br>He called for his pipe<br>and he called for his bowl<br>and he called for his fiddlers three</div><div style="margin:10px 0">after Lord Tennyson</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cole, that unwearied prince of Colchester,<br>Growing more gay with age and with long days<br>Deeper in laughter and desire of life<br>As that Virginian climber on our walls<br>Flames scarlet with the fading of the year;<br>Called for his wassail and that other weed<br>Virginian also, from the western woods<br>Where English Raleigh checked the boast of Spain,<br>And lighting joy with joy, and piling up<br>Pleasure as crown for pleasure, bade me bring<br>Those three, the minstrels whose emblazoned coats<br>Shone with the oyster-shells of Colchester;<br>And these three played, and playing grew more fain<br>Of mirth and music; till the heathen came<br>And the King slept beside the northern sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">after W.B. Yeats</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of an old King in a story<br>From the grey sea-folk I have heard<br>Whose heart was no more broken<br>Than the wings of a bird.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As soon as the moon was silver<br>And the thin stars began,<br>He took his pipe and his tankard,<br>Like an old peasant man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And three tall shadows were with him<br>And came at his command;<br>And played before him for ever<br>The fiddles of fairyland.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he died in the young summer<br>Of the world's desire;<br>Before our hearts were broken<br>Like sticks in a fire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">after Walt Whitman</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Me clairvoyant,<br>Me conscious of you, old camarado,<br>Needing no telescope, lorgnette, field-glass, opera-glass, myopic pince-nez,<br>Me piercing two thousand years with eye naked and not ashamed;<br>The crown cannot hide you from me,<br>Musty old feudal-heraldic trappings cannot hide you from me,<br>I perceive that you drink.<br>(I am drinking with you. I am as drunk as you are.)<br>I see you are inhaling tobacco, puffing, smoking, spitting<br>(I do not object to your spitting),<br>You prophetic of American largeness,<br>You anticipating the broad masculine manners of these States;<br>I see in you also there are movements, tremors, tears, desire for the melodious,<br>I salute your three violinists, endlessly making vibrations,<br>Rigid, relentless, capable of going on for ever;<br>They play my accompaniment; but I shall take no notice of any accompaniment;<br>I myself am a complete orchestra.<br>So long.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=G.K.+Chesterton">G.K. Chesterton</a><div class=q>
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