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The World’s Wit and Humor: An Encyclopedia in 15 Volumes. 1906.

James Russell Lowell (1819–1891)

Without and Within

MY coachman, in the moonlight there,

Looks through the side-light of the door;

I hear him with his brethren swear,

As I could do—but only more.

Flattening his nose against the pane,

He envies me my brilliant lot,

Breathes on his aching fist in vain,

And dooms me to a place more hot.

He sees me in to supper go,

A silken wonder by my side,

Bare arms, bare shoulders, and a row

Of flounces, for the door too wide.

He thinks how happy is my arm,

’Neath its white-gloved and jeweled load;

And wishes me some dreadful harm,

Hearing the merry corks explode.

Meanwhile I inly curse the bore

Of hunting still the same old coon,

And envy him, outside the door,

The golden quiet of the moon.

The winter wind is not so cold

As the bright smile he sees me win,

Nor the host’s oldest wine so old

As our poor gabble, sour and thin.

I envy him the rugged prance

By which his freezing feet he warms,

And drag my lady’s chains and dance

The galley-slave of dreary forms.

Oh, could he have my share of din,

And I his quiet—past a doubt

’Twould still be one man bored within

And just another bored without.