AS Love and Hope together <br />Walk by me for a while, <br />Link-armed the ways they travel <br />For many a pleasant mile - <br />Link-armed and dumb they travel, <br />They sing not, but they smile. <br /> <br />Hope leaving, Love commences <br />To practise on the lute; <br />And as he sings and travels <br />With lingering, laggard foot, <br />Despair plays obligato <br />The sentimental flute. <br /> <br />Until in singing garments <br />Comes royally, at call - <br />Comes limber-hipped Indiff'rence <br />Free stepping, straight and tall - <br />Comes singing and lamenting, <br />The sweetest pipe of all.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-vicissitudes/
