Call to Arms

I

Semester, take up your arms and unfurl

Your banner; Fortune has more than one pearl

And you have been deceived, you poor fellows,

Sick with desire when you’ve habit to hurl.

II

Fortune, a woman, is devious lore

Which does to men what falls do to the floor—

She hits you hard, harder than the one thing

That’s hard for you to bear and to endure.