Chapter 1267 of 1964 · 64 words · ~1 min read

IX.

But Juan was not meant to die so soon:-- We left him in the focus of such glory As may be won by favour of the moon Or ladies' fancies--rather transitory Perhaps; but who would scorn the month of June, Because December, with his breath so hoary, Must come? Much rather should he court the ray, To hoard up warmth against a wintry day.