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Edwin Arlington Robinson (1869–1935).  Collected Poems. 1921.
V. The Town Down the River
23. Miniver Cheevy
MINIVER CHEEVY, child of scorn,
  Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;
He wept that he was ever born,
  And he had reasons.
Miniver loved the days of old        5
  When swords were bright and steeds were prancing;
The vision of a warrior bold
  Would set him dancing.
Miniver sighed for what was not,
  And dreamed, and rested from his labors;       10
He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,
  And Priam’s neighbors.
Miniver mourned the ripe renown
  That made so many a name so fragrant;
He mourned Romance, now on the town,       15
  And Art, a vagrant.
Miniver loved the Medici,
  Albeit he had never seen one;
He would have sinned incessantly
  Could he have been one.       20
Miniver cursed the commonplace
  And eyed a khaki suit with loathing;
He missed the mediaeval grace
  Of iron clothing.
Miniver scorned the gold he sought,       25
  But sore annoyed was he without it;
Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,
  And thought about it.
Miniver Cheevy, born too late,
  Scratched his head and kept on thinking;       30
Miniver coughed, and called it fate,
  And kept on drinking.



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