10.06.2007, 17:00
Copied from the Album of a Wholesale House in the City
It is the precious province of true thought –
Of the divine creations of the mind –
To live unwearied in a heard overwrought
By busy intercourse with town – Mankind:
Poor merchant I! whom the dull world’s trade-wind
Blows ever onward on a steady sea,
Feel oftentimes, mid murkiest men, refined
By visitants that come alone to me.
Perchance I class not with the wordly wise;
But mine is not the spirit that avoids,
Mid temporal dealings, thease communions strange,
Albeit “disgracious to the city’s eyes,”
Often I meet rare Trinculo at Lloyd’s!
And Hamlet sweetly walks with me on ‘Change!
It is the precious province of true thought –
Of the divine creations of the mind –
To live unwearied in a heard overwrought
By busy intercourse with town – Mankind:
Poor merchant I! whom the dull world’s trade-wind
Blows ever onward on a steady sea,
Feel oftentimes, mid murkiest men, refined
By visitants that come alone to me.
Perchance I class not with the wordly wise;
But mine is not the spirit that avoids,
Mid temporal dealings, thease communions strange,
Albeit “disgracious to the city’s eyes,”
Often I meet rare Trinculo at Lloyd’s!
And Hamlet sweetly walks with me on ‘Change!