English poem
Vi
by T. E. Hulme (1883–1917)
This delightful young man Should not lack for honourers, He propitiates me with oysters, With Rhine wine and liqueurs.
How his coat and pants adorn him! Yet his ties are more adorning, In these he daily comes to ask me: Are you feeling well this morning?
He speaks of my extended fame, My wit, charm, definitions, And is diligent to serve me, Is detailed in his provisions.
In evening company he sets his face In most spiritu_el_ positions, And declaims before the ladies My _god-like_ compositions.
O what comfort is it for me To find him such, when the days bring No comfort, at my time of life when All good things go vanishing.