Poems and Baudelaire Flowers/Fin-de-Siècle

by John Collings Squire

FIN-DE-SIÈCLE

You say the meadow-grass is green,
You say the heavens are blue,
The birds sing free on every tree;
All this is very true,
No doubt—
But what of me and you?

But what of you and me? Ah, yes—
“About an even chance!”
Methinks, dear soul, upon the whole
God leads us a merry dance.
I’ faith,
God leads us a merry dance.