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- THE THREE BEGGARS
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- i{"Though to my feathers in the wet,}
- i{I have stood here from break of day.}
- i{I have not found a thing to eat,}
- i{For only rubbish comes my way.}
- i{Am I to live on lebeen-lone?'}
- i{Muttered the old crane of Gort.}
- i{"For all my pains on lebeen-lone?'}
- King Guaire walked amid his court
- The palace-yard and river-side
- And there to three old beggars said,
- "You that have wandered far and wide
- Can ravel out what's in my head.
- Do men who least desire get most,
- Or get the most who most desire?'
- A beggar said, "They get the most
- Whom man or devil cannot tire,
- And what could make their muscles taut
- Unless desire had made them so?'
- But Guaire laughed with secret thought,
- "If that be true as it seems true,
- One of you three is a rich man,
- For he shall have a thousand pounds
- Who is first asleep, if but he can
- Sleep before the third noon sounds."
- And thereon, merry as a bird
- With his old thoughts, King Guaire went
- From river-side and palace-yard
- And left them to their argument.
- "And if I win,' one beggar said,
- 'Though I am old I shall persuade
- A pretty girl to share my bed';
- The second: "I shall learn a trade';
- The third: "I'll hurry' to the course
- Among the other gentlemen,
- And lay it all upon a horse';
- The second: "I have thought again:
- A farmer has more dignity.'
- One to another sighed and cried:
- The exorbitant dreams of beggary.
- That idleness had borne to pride,
- Sang through their teeth from noon to noon;
- And when the sccond twilight brought
- The frenzy of the beggars' moon
- None closed his blood-shot eyes but sought
- To keep his fellows from their sleep;
- All shouted till their anger grew
- And they were whirling in a heap.
- They mauled and bit the whole night through;
- They mauled and bit till the day shone;
- They mauled and bit through all that day
- And till another night had gone,
- Or if they made a moment's stay
- They sat upon their heels to rail,,
- And when old Guaire came and stood
- Before the three to end this tale,
- They were commingling lice and blood
- "Time's up,' he cried, and all the three
- With blood-shot eyes upon him stared.
- "Time's up,' he eried, and all the three
- Fell down upon the dust and snored.
- "Maybe I shall be lucky yet,
- Now they are silent,' said the crane.
- "Though to my feathers in the wet
- I've stood as I were made of stone
- And seen the rubbish run about,
- It's certain there are trout somewhere
- And maybe I shall take a trout
- but I do not seem to care.'
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