THE WASTER'S PRESENTIMENT - James Joseph Sylvester Poems


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I shall be spun. There is a voice within
    Which tells me plainly I am all undone;
For though I toil not, neither do I spin,
          I shall be spun.

April approaches. I have not begun
    Schwegler or Mackintosh, nor will begin
Those lucid works till April 21.

So my degree I do not hope to win,
    For not by ways like mine degrees are won;
And though, to please my uncle, I go in,
          I shall be spun.