I shall be spun. There is a voice within <br />Which tells me plainly I am all undone; <br />For though I toil not, neither do I spin, <br />I shall be spun. <br /> <br />April approaches. I have not begun <br />Schwegler or Mackintosh, nor will begin <br />Those lucid works till April 21. <br /> <br />So my degree I do not hope to win, <br />For not by ways like mine degrees are won; <br />And though, to please my uncle, I go in, <br />I shall be spun.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-waster-s-presentiment/
