Father, infuriated by his hair,
No longer spoke. Mother was sweetly sad.
He went through all the ways of young despair,
And thought he might be happy were he dead.
He lived. And learned uncharming lessons. How
Promise at twenty is possessed by all
Until the cash of youth runs out. To know
Oneself is hard. Such knowledge would appal
Too much the rigid pre-Socratic heart
And is kept back for later. Manners came
Again. He had a pleasant friendly air.
He often finished what he dared to start.
Much like his father now, he had the same
Unspeaking horror at his son’s long hair.