THE DARLING - James Clerk Maxwell Poems


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Misfortune is a darling, ever
    Most faithful to the minstrel race;
Let low-bred wretches shun them, never
    Yet acted she a part so base.

True, oft by her the bard discovers
    He's stript of all he once possest;
But then, just like your sculpture-lovers,
    She likes her idols naked, best.