Hannibal
by Robert Frost
Was there even a cause too lost,
Ever a cause that was lost too long,
Or that showed with the lapse of time to vain
For the generous tears of youth and song?
Was there even a cause too lost,
Ever a cause that was lost too long,
Or that showed with the lapse of time to vain
For the generous tears of youth and song?
Irish poets, learn your trade, sing whatever is well made, scorn the sort now growing up all out of shape from toe to top