The true character of a person may be camouflaged, but, sooner or later, it may suddenly reveal its true color.
The man whom I thought
to be so full of ease,
cool and refreshing
as the ocean breeze,
Is now the man I really know not,
harsh as the wind, gusty and hot!
Dust in my eye, mean as could be
blurs my true vision
Of the man I see,
while I start to reflect
a trifle and pause:
Could money and rank
be the ultimate cause?
I think, not at all,
for a fine stock, indeed,
could never have altered
its original breed.
Indeed, the character once I knew
is presently colored
a different hue.
I
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