The Recalcitrants
Let us off and search, and find a placeWhere yours and mine can be natural lives,Where no one comes who dissects and divesAnd proclaims that ours is a curious case,That its touch of romance can scarcely grace.
You would think it strange at first, but thenEverything has been strange in its time.When some one said on a day of the primeHe would bow to no brazen god againHe doubtless dazed the mass of men.
None will recognize us as a pair whose claimsTo righteous judgment we care not making;Who have doubted if breath be worth the taking,And have no respect for the current famesWhence the savour has flown while abide the names.
We have found us already shunned, disdained,And for re-acceptance have not once striven;Whatever offence our course has givenThe brunt thereof we have long sustained.Well, let us away, scorned unexplained.
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