The cur foretells the knell of parting day; <br /> The loafing herd winds slowly o'er the lea; <br /> The wise man homewards plods; I only stay <br /> To fiddle-faddle in a minor key.<br /><br />Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/elegy-16/
