(PARIS) <br /> <br />SHE. — 'Up and down, up and down, <br />From early eve to early day. <br />Life is quicker in the town; <br />When you've leisure, anyway! <br />'Down and up, down and up! <br />O will no one stop and speak? <br />I am fain to eat and sup, <br />All my limbs are heavy and weak. <br />'What's my price, sirs! I'm no Jew. <br />If with me you wish to sleep, <br />'Tis five francs, sirs. Surely you <br />Will admit that that is cheap?' <br />HE. — 'Christ, if you are not stone blind, <br />Stone deaf also, you know it is <br />Christian towns leave far behind <br />Sodom and those other cities. <br />'Bid your Father strike this town, <br />Wipe it utterly away! <br />Weary, hungry, up and down <br />From early eve to early day? <br />'Magdalen knew nought like this; <br />She had food and roof above; <br />Seven devils, too, did she possess; <br />This poor soul had but one — love! <br />THE OTHER. — 'No, Christ is not deaf nor blind; <br />He's but dust in Syrian ground, <br />And his Father has declined <br />To a parson's phrase, a sound. <br />'Not by such, then, but by us <br />These hell-wrongs must be redressed <br />Take this morsel venomous: <br />Nourish it within your breast. <br />'You must live on, live and hate; <br />Conquer wrath, despair and pain; <br />For ‘we bid you hope’ and wait <br />Till the Red Flag flies again: <br />'Till once more the People rise, <br />Once more, once and only once, <br />Blood-red bands and blazing eyes <br />Of the robbed and murdered ones!' <br />A part of Paris.<br /><br />Francis William Lauderdale Adams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aux-ternes/
