1. If you seek a life sweet and pure,
Then poetry is your most precious possession, so be an auctioneer,

2. You will get subtle joys from gentle hills,
That make every evening into weddings,

3. And the wind meanwhile is a gambler,
Whether you sell or buy, be easy,

4. The profession of poets went through a cycle,
And so they drank a cup after a cup,

5. And put on the shirt of recession, and tried,
With auctioneering, to dispel bankruptcy.