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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.

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