On a certain one’s departure
‘€˜Time’s bitter flood’! Oh, that
But where’s the old friend hasn’t
Or slacked his hand-grip when you
I know your circle and can fairly

Lady of rich allure,
Queen of the spring’s embrace,
Your arms are long like boughs of
Mid laugh—broken streams, spirit o
Breath of the poppy flower,

I am a grave poetic hen
That lays poetic eggs
And to enhance my temperament
A little quiet begs.
We make the yolk philosophy,

You came in out of the night
And there were flowers in your han
Now you will come out of a confusi
Out of a turmoil of speech about y
I who have seen you amid the prima

O woe, woe,
People are born and die,
We also shall be dead pretty soon
Therefore let us act as if we were
dead already.

Beautiful, tragical faces’—
Ye that were whole, and are so sun
And, O ye vile, ye that might hav
That are so sodden and drunken,
Who hath forgotten you?

Green arsenic smeared on an egg-wh
Crushed strawberries! Come, let u

They say the roads of Sanso are s
Sheer as the mountains.
The walls rise in a man’s face,
Clouds grow out of the hill
at his horse’s bridle.

You’d have men’s hearts up from th
And tell their secrets, Messire C
Rigkt enough? Then read between t
Solve me the riddle, for you know
Bertrans, En Bertrans, left a fin

Mr. Styrax 1
Mr. Hecatomb Styrax, the owner of
A 'blue’ and a climber of mountain
He being at that age a virgin,
The term Virgo’ being made male i