The Three Beggars

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    <strong>The Three Beggars</strong>

    &quot;Though to my feathers i,

    I have stood here from break of day.

    I have not found a thing to eat,

    For only rubbish es my way.

    Am I to live on lebeen-lone?

    Muttered the old e of Gort.

    &quot;For all my pains on lebeen-lone?

    King Guaire walked am<s>藏书网</s>id his court

    The palace-yard and river-side

    And there to three old beggars said,

    &quot;Yo藏书网u that have wandered far and wide

    ravel out whats in my head.

    Do men who least desire get most,

    et the most who most desire?

    A beggar said, &quot;They get the most

    Whom man or devil ot tire,

    And what could make their muscles taut

    Unless desire had made them so?

    But Guaire laughed with secret thought,

    &quot;If that be true as it seems true,

    One of you three i.９９lｉｂ?s a rich man,

    For he shall have a thousand pounds

    Who is first asleep, if but he

    Sleep before the third noon sounds.&quot;

    <u></u>And thereon, merry as a bird

    With his old thoughts, King Guaire went

    From river-side and palace-yard

    Ahem to their argument.

    &quot;And if I win, one beggar said,

    Though I am old I shall persuade

    A pretty girl to share my bed;

    The sed: &quot;I shall learn a trade;

    The third: &quot;Ill hurry to the course

    Among the entlemen,

    And lay it all upon a horse;

    The sed: &quot;I have thought again:

    A farmer has more dignity.

    Oo anhed and cried:

    The exorbitant dreams of beggary.

    That idleness <tt></tt>had boro pride,

    Sang through their teeth from noon to noon;

    And when the sd twilight brought

    The frenzy of the beggars moon

    None closed his blood-shot eyes but sought

    To keep his fellows from their sleep;

    All shouted till their anger grew

    And they were whirling in a heap.

    They mauled and bit the whole night through;

    They mauled and bit till the day shone;

    They mauled and bit through all that day

    And till anht had gone,

    Or if they made a moments stay

    They sat upon their heels to rail,,

    And when old Guaire came and stood

    Before the three to end this tale,

    They were ingling lid blood

    &quot;Times up, he cried, and all the three

    With blood-shot eyes upon him stared.

    &quot;Times up, he eried, and all the three

    Fell down upon the dust and snored.

    `Maybe I shall be lucky yet,

    Now they are silent, said the e.

    `Though to my feathers i

    Ive stood as I were made of stone

    Ahe rubbish run about,

    Its certain there are trout somewhere

    And maybe I shall take a trout

    but I do not seem to care.

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