1910 MINIVER CHEEVY (From The Town Down the River) by Edwin Arlington Robinson şiElectronically Enhanced Text (c) Copyright 1996, World Library(R) DAK Upgraded Edition, Copyright 2000, DAK Industries 2000, Inc(R)şI {MINIVER_CHEEVY MINIVER CHEEVY - Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn, Grew lean while he assailed the seasons; He wept that he was ever born, And he had reasons. - Miniver loved the days of old When swords were bright and steeds were prancing; The vision of a warrior bold Would set him dancing. - Miniver sighed for what was not, And dreamed, and rested from his labors; He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot, And Priam's neighbors. - Miniver mourned the ripe renown That made so many a name so fragrant; He mourned Romance, now on the town, And Art, a vagrant. - Miniver loved the Medici, {MINIVER_CHEEVY ^line 20} Albeit he had never seen one; He would have sinned incessantly Could he have been one. - Miniver cursed the commonplace And eyed a khaki suit with loathing; He missed the mediaeval grace Of iron clothing. - Miniver scorned the gold he sought, But sore annoyed was he without it; Miniver thought, and thought, and thought, And thought about it. - Miniver Cheevy, born too late, Scratched his head and kept on thinking; Miniver coughed, and called it fate, And kept on drinking. - - THE END