The Peau De Chagrin Of State Street Poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
The Peau De Chagrin Of State Street
How beauteous is the bond
In the manifold array
Of its promises to pay,
While the eight per cent it gives
And the rate at which one lives
Correspond!
But at last the bough is bare
Where the coupons one by one
Through their ripening days have run,
And the bond, a beggar now,
Seeks investment anyhow,
Anywhere!
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
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