The Morning After

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Title:     The Morning After
Author: Bert Leston Taylor [More Titles by Taylor]

(May 19, 1910.)

Here we are, friends, whole and hale
In or through the comet's tail;
And as far as we can say,
Matters are about as they
Were before.

Everything is much the same
As before the comet came.
Grasses grow and waters run--
Nothing new beneath the sun--
Same old sphere.

Life is drab or life is gay,
Thorny path or primrose way;
All is common, all is strange;
"Down the ringing grooves of change"
Spins the world.

Change but of a humdrum kind.
What we vaguely had in mind
Was some new sensation or
Thrill we never felt before.
Vain desire!

Nothing's added to the stock:
Same old shiver, same old shock.
Round about the sun we'll go
In the same old status quo.
Awful bore!

[The end]
Bert Leston Taylor's poem: Morning After

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