So from the years the gifts were s
Ran off with his at once into his
Bee took the politics that make a
Fish swam as fish, peach settled i
And were successful at the first e

Lay your sleeping head, my love,
Human on my faithless arm;
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave

Let me tell you a little story
About Miss Edith Gee;
She lived in Clevedon Terrace
At number 83.
She’d a slight squint in her left

Time, we both know, will decay Yo
I’m scared of our divorce: I’ve s
Remember: when Le bon Dieu says t
Please, please, for His sake and
To my piteous Don’ts, but bugger

Law, say the gardeners, is the sun
Law is the one
All gardeners obey
To-morrow, yesterday, to-day.
Law is the wisdom of the old,

Among pelagian travelers,
Lost on their lewd conceited way
To Massachusetts, Michigan,
Miami or L.A.,
An airborne instrument I sit,

As the hawk sees it or the helmete
The clouds rift suddenly - look th
At cigarette-end smouldering on a
At the first garden party of the y
Pass on, admire the view of the ma

We made all possible preparations,
Drew up a list of firms,
Constantly revised our calculation
And allotted the farms,
Issued all the orders expedient

A cloudless night like this
Can set the spirit soaring:
After a tiring day
The clockwork spectacle is
Impressive in a slightly boring

Unrhymed, unrhythmical, the chatte
Yet no one hears his own remarks a
Beneath each topic tunelessly disc
The ground-bass is reciprocal mist
The names in fashion shuttling to