The Parting
Don Marquis
We have come “the primrose way,” Folly, thou and I! Such a glamor and a grace Ever glimmered on thy face, Ever such a witchery Lit the laughing eyes of thee, Could a fool like me withstand Folly’s feast and beckoning hand? Drinking, how thy lips’ caress Spiced the cup of waywardness! So we came “the primrose way,” Folly, thou and I! But now, Folly, we must part, Folly, thou and I! Shall one look with mirth or tears Back on all his wasted years, Purposes dissolved in wine, Pearls flung to the heedless swine?— Idle days and nights of mirth, Were they pleasures nothing worth? Well, there’s no gainsaying we Squandered youth right merrily! But now, Folly, we must part, Folly, thou and I!
