An Immorality

Sing 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.

Ezra Pound

Notes for students:

high deeds in Hungary = I believe this

   refers to heroic deeds in Hungary

   during World War I - Ed.