The Rocking Horse

The Rocking Horse

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The Rocking Horse

The Rocking Horse

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REQUIEM, ON DISCARDING AN OLD SUIT

FAREWELL, a long farewell, to my old breeches!
Farewell, sweet shabby coat and soup-stained vest!
Farewell, dear trousers, patched with careful stitches!
The good old suit, my wife says, has "gone West."

These trousers which (my dear) you say disgraced me--
Which "furnace men would be too proud to wear"--
For twelve long months they lovingly embraced me.
When shall I see again so fine a pair?

They were the colour of tobacco ashes
(A pipe could never harm such pantaloons),
And they were camouflaged with stains and splashes,
Fond souvenir of feats with forks and spoons.

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