The eyes of this dead lady speak t
For here was love, was not to be d
And here desire, not to be kissed
The eyes of this dead lady speak t

Lord God of heaven that with merc
Th’alternate prayer wheel of the n
Eternal hath to thee, and in whose
Our days as rain drops in the sea
As bright white drops upon a leade

Staring corpselike at the ceiling,
See his harsh, unrazored features,
Ghastly brown against the pillow,
And his throat-so strangely bandag
Lack of work and lack of victuals,

We are the Choice of the Will: G
That called us into line, set in o
Set us a sword to wield none else
And bade us forth to the sound of
East and west and north, wherever

My name is Nunty Cormorant
And my finance is sound,
I lend you Englishmen hot air
At one and three the pound.
I lend you Englishmen hot air

To one, on returning certain years
You wore the same quite correct cl
You took no pleasure at all in my
You had the same old air of condes
Mingled with a curious fear

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

My City, my beloved, my white! Ah
Listen! Listen to me, and I will
Delicately upon the reed, attend m
Now do I know that I am mad,
For here are a million people surl

Simon Zelotes speaketh it somewhi
Ha’ we lost the goodliest fere o’
For the priests and the gallows tr
Aye lover he was of brawny men,
O’ ships and the open sea.

Though thou well dost wish me ill
Audiart, Audiart,
Where thy bodice laces start
As ivy fingers clutching through
Its crevices,