AN IMMORALITY

by: Ezra Pound (1885-1972)

      ING we for love and idleness,
      Naught else is worth the having.
       
      Though I have been in many a land,
      There is naught else in living.
       
      And I would rather have my sweet,
      Though rose-leaves die of grieving,
       
      Than do high deeds in Hungary
      To pass all men's believing.

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