Bon Voyage by Edwin Arlington Robinson

CHILD of a line accurst

And old as Troy, / Bringer of best and worst

In wild alloy -

Light, like a linnet first,

He sang for joy.

Thrall to the gilded ease

Of every day, / Mocker of all degrees

And always gay,

Child of the Cyclades

And of Broadway -

Laughing and half divine

The boy began, / Drunk with a woodland wine

Thessalian:

But there was rue to twine

The pipes of Pan.

Therefore he skipped and flew

The more along,

Vivid and always new

And always wrong, / Knowing his only clew

A siren song.