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NEfF POETRY
By Marjorie Allen
Seiffert
A WOMAN OF THIRTY
By Witter Bynner
A CANTICLE OF PAN
By Edward Shanks
POEMS
by T.
S.
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1889-1915
first
appeared
Little
The
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Gerontion, 13
17
A
Le
Cooking Egg, 22
Directeur, 24
tout,
Mlange adultre de
25
Lune de Miel, 26
The Hippopotamus, 27
Dans
le
Restaurant, 2g
Whispers of Immortality, 31
Mr.
Eliot's
Sunday Morning
Service,
33
Sweeney
Among
the Nightingales, 35
of J. Alfred Prufrock, 37
Portrait of a Lady, 43
48
Rhapsody on a
Windy
Night, 51
Morning
at the
Window, 54
The
Aunt Helen, 56
Cousin Nancy, 57
Mr.
A^ollinax, 58
Hysteria,
60
Conversation Galante, 61
La
Figlia
Che Pianga, 62
POEMS
Gerontion
Thou
hast nor youth nor age
sleep
am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain.
Here
was neither
at the
hot gates
Nor fought in the warm rain Nor knee deep in the salt marsh, heaving
Bitten by
flies,
is
cutlass,
fought.
My house
And
Spawned
the je^v
in
sill,
the owner.
Blistered in
the kitchen,
makes
tea,
an old man,
dull
We would see a
sign "
The word
13
Came
In depraved
May,
judas,
Limoges
Who
walked
all
By Hakagawa, bowing among the Titians; By Madame de Tornquist, in the dark room
Shifting the candles; Fraulein von Kulp
Who
An
turned in the
shuttles
hall,
Vacant
Weave
old
the wind.
man
a
in a
Under
windy knob.
After such knowledge, what forgiveness ? Think now History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors
And
issues, deceives
Guides us by vanities. Think now She gives when our attention is distracted
And what
believed.
memory only, reconsidered passion. Gives too soon Into weak hands, what's thought can be dispensed with
Think
Unnatural vices
Neither fear nor courage saves
14
us.
Are fathered by our heroism. Virtues Are forced upon us by our impudent crimes.
These tears are shaken from the wrath-bearing
tree.
The
new
year.
Us
I
he devours.
Think
at last
We
I
Stiffen in a
Of
I I
backward devils. would meet you upon this honestly. that was near your heart was removed therefrom
the
lose beauty in terror, terror in inquisition.
lost
To
I
have have
my
is
passion
why should
need to keep
it
Since
I
what
lost
my
and touch:
How should I
These with
a
use
when
With pungent
Suspend Delay?
its
In a wilderness of mirrors.
What will
De
Beyond
In fractured atoms.
windy
straits
Of
15
White feathers
the
Trades
Thoughts of
a dr}^
i6
Cigar
nil nisi
divinum how palace was gondola stopped, the fumiis charming grey and pink goats and monkeys, with such she came through countess passed on too!
the
its
old
there,
hair
the
so
so
the
until
little
and
departed.
Burbank crossed
little
bridge
Descending at a small hotel; Princess Volupine arrived, They were together, and he fell.
Defunctive music under sea Passed seaward with the passing bell
Slowly: the
Had left
The
God
Beat up the dawn from Istria With even feet. Her shuttered barge Burned on the water all the day.
But
this or such
was
Bleistein's
way:
A
17
And
A lustreless
Stares
protrusive eye
At
a perspective of Canaletto.
The smoky
Declines.
On
The rats are underneath the piles. The jew is underneath the lot. Money in furs. The boatman smiles,
Princess Volupine extends
A
To
Who
And
flea'd his
his
claws?
i8
Sweeney Erect
And
the trees about me.
Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind me, Make all a desolation. Look, look, wenches!
Paint
me me
a cavernous
waste shore
me Aeolus above
Which
And
Morning
stirs
This withered root of knots of hair Slitted below and gashed with eyes, This oval O cropped out with teeth:
The
sickle
Jackknifes
upward
at the knees
Then
straightens out
to hip
Sweeney addressed full length to shave Broadbottomed, pink from nape to base, Knows the female temperament And wipes the suds around his face.
(The lengthened shadow of a man Is history, said Emerson Who had not seen the silhouette Of Sweeney straddled in the sun).
Tests the razor on his leg
Waiting
The
at her sides.
The
And
Observing that hysteria Might easily be misunderstood; Mrs. Turner intimates It does the house no sort of good.
20
But Doris, towelled from the bath, Enters padding on broad feet,
Bringing sal volatile
And
a glass of
brandy neat.
21
Cooking Egg
En Van
Que
trentiesme de
mon aage
j'ay beues
. . .
toutes
mes hontes
Some
distance
was
sitting;
Daguerreotypes and silhouettes, Her grandfather and great great aunts, Supported on the mantelpiece An Invitation to the Dance.
want Honour in Heaven For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney And have talk with Coriolanus
I
shall not
And
I shall
Heaven
For I We two
In a
meet
Sir
Alfred
Mond:
five
I shall
my
Bride;
22
Her anecdotes will be more amusing Than Pipit's experience could provide.
I shall
Madame
me
me
But where
is
the penny
world
bought
To
are creeping
From
Where
Kentish
Town and
Golder's Green;
Buried beneath some snow-deep Alps. Over buttered scones and crumpets
all
parts of London.
The
Ini-
tials
signify:
23
Le Directeur
Malheur la malheureuse Tamise Qui coule si prs du Spectateur. Le directeur
Conservateur
I
Du
Spectateur
Du
Spectateur
pas de loup.
Dans un gout
Le
directeur
Du
Spectateur
24
Mlange
adultre de tout
Que vous
suivrez a peine
ma
piste.
En
Yorkshire, confrencier;
A Londres,
un peu banquier.
la tte.
me
coiffe
Casque noir de jemenfoutiste. En Allemagne, philosophe Surexcit par Emporheben Au grand air de Bergsteigleben;
J'erre toujours de-ci de-l
De Damas
Omaha.
girafe.
On
montrera
ctes
mon
cnotaphe
Aux
brlantes de
Mozambique.
Lune de Miel
Ils
ont vu
les
Pays-Bas,
ils
Mais une
Ravenne,
A
La
l'aise
entre
punaises;
sueur aestivale,
Ils restent
De On
Moins d'une
De
Ils
le
vent.
vont prendre
le
Prolonger leurs misres de Padoue Milan Ou se trouvent le Cne, et un restaurant pas cher. Lui pense aux pourboires, et rdige son bilan. Ils auront vu la Suisse et travers la France.
et asctique,
Dans
ses
pierres
croulantes
la
forme precise
de
Byzance.
26
'
!.
The Hippopotamus
omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros autem, ut concilium Dei et conjunctionem Apostolorum. Sine his Ecclesia non vocatur; de quibus suadeo
Similiter et
Ignatii
Ad Trallianos.
it
Jnd when
this epistle is
read
among
be read
weak and
frail,
While the True Church can never For it is based upon a rock.
fail
The
may
err
stir
To
27
gather in
its
dividends.
But fruits of pomegranate and peach Refresh the Church from over sea.
At mating time
But every week we hear rejoice The Church, at being one with God.
passed
in sleep; at
night he hunts;
mysterious
sleep
way
and feed
at once.
saw
wing
Ascending from the damp savannas, And quiring angels round him sing The praise of God, in loud hosannas.
Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean And him shall heavenly arms enfold.
Among
Performing on
harp of gold.
as white as snow.
He
By
shall be
all
washed
While
Wrapt
28
Dans
le
Restaurant
dlabr qui n'a rien faire
gratter les doigts et se pencher sur
:
Le garon Que de se
"
mon
paule
il
Du
du grand
la
soleil, et
le
de
la pluie;
(Bavard, baveux,
Je
te prie,
''
croupe arrondie.
la
soupe)
Les
saules
tremps,
et
des
bourgeons
s'abrite.
sur
les
C'est
l,
lui ai
gilet
" Je la chatouillais,
Mais
" Monsieur,
Il est
ge
le
Moi
C'est
dommage."
29
Mais
Va
du visage;
Tiens,
ma
De
comme moi?
la salle-de-bains.
Et
cargaison d'etain:
Un
Le repassant aux
Figurez-vous donc,
un sort pnible;
taille.
30
Whispers of Immortality
Webster was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward with a lipless grin.
Daffodil bulbs instead of balls
He knew
dead limbs
Tightening
lusts
and luxuries.
Donne, I suppose, was such another Who found no substitute for sense; To seize and clutch and penetrate. Expert beyond experience.
He knew
The ague
marrow
of the skeleton;
No
The couched
With
Brazilian jaguar
The
Does not
Distil so
gloom
n
And
even the Abstract Entities Circumambulate her charm; But our lot crawls between dry ribs
To
32
Mr.
Eliot's
Polyphiloprogenitive
The
Lord
Word.
And
at the
painter of the
Umbrian
school
Designed upon a gesso ground The nimbus of the Baptized God. The wilderness is cracked and browned
And
The young
Under
Where
Burn
invisible
and dim.
Along
pass between
pistilate,
Sweeney
shifts
from ham
to
ham
The masters
Are
controversial, polymath.
34
Sweeney
Among
the Nightingales
Kaipiav
TrXrjyrjv ccroj.
w/xoi, 7rc7rA.7^y/xat
Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw
Swelling to maculate giraffe.
i
The
Slide
circles
of the stormy
moon
westward toward the River Plate, Death and the Raven drift above And Sweeney guards the horned gate.
the
Dog
The person
Tries to
sit
Spanish cape
on Sweeney's knees
and pulls the table cloth Overturns a coffee-cup. Reorganized upon the floor She yawns and draws a stocking up;
Slips
The
silent
man
in
mocha brown
The
Bananas
The
silent vertebrate in
brown
Leaves the room and reappears Outside the window, leaning in. Branches of wistaria
Circumscribe a golden grin;
The
Converses
door apart,
The nightingales are singing near The Convent of the Sacred Heart,
And
wood
When Agamemnon
And
cried aloud,
To
stain the
36
of
J.
Alfred Prufrock
mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fonda
S^io credesse che
Non
il
vero,
rispondo.
Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the skyLike a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels jAnd sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells Streets that follow like a tedious argument
:
Of
insidious intent
.
"What
is
it?"
visit.
room
the
Talking of Michelangelo.
The
37
its
that rubs
its
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap. And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
And
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, Rubbing its back upon the window panes There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create. And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate Time for you and time for me. And time yet for a hundred indecisions. And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea.
;
In the
room
the
Talking of Michelangelo.
And indeed there will be time To wonder, " Do I dare? " and,
"
Do
dare?
"
Time to turn back and descend the stair. With a bald spot in the middle of my hair (They will say: " How his hair is growing
thin! ")
38
My
My
morning
chin,
coat,
my
collar
necktie rich
pin
'(They
will say:
how
his
arms and
legs
are
thin!")
Do
dare
time
a
For
decisions
For
|I
all
already,
known them
all
Have known
'
have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room. So how should I presume?
have known the eyes already, known them all |The eyes that x you in a formulated phrase. And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, 'When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall.
I
And
begin
To
I
spit
out
all
the butt-ends of
I
my
And how
should
presume?
And I have known the arms already, known them Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But
Is
it
all
in the lamplight,
downed with
light
brown hair!)
perfume from
a dress
39
That makes me
so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap And should I then presume? And how should I begin?
Shall
I say, I
about
a shawl.
have gone
at
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of
dows?
I
. . .
*
fingers,
.
And
Smoothed by long
Asleep Should
. .
tired
...
or
it
malingers.
Have
moment
to
its
crisis?
have wept and fasted, wept and prayed. Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet and here's no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
But though
And
in short, I
was
afraid.
And would
40
have been worth it, after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
it
Among
me,
the porcelain,
among some
talk of
you and
Would it have been worth while. To have bitten off the matter with
a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it toward some overwhelming question. To say: I am Lazarus, come from the dead.
^'
Come
back to
tell
you
all, I
shall tell
you
all
"
Should say:
at all;
That
is
not
it,
And would it have been worth it, Would it have been worth while.
streets.
after
all.
After the novels, after the teacups, after the trail along the floor
skirts that
And
and so much more? It is impossible to say just what I mean! But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen: Would it have been worth while If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl, And turning toward the window, should say:
this,
/'
at
all.'*
No!
am
Am
41
To
and meticulous;
a bit
obtuse;
At
Almost,
grow old ... I grow old shall wear the bottoms of my trousers
.
rolled.
Shall
part
my
hair behind?
Do
dare to eat a
peach?
I
shall
wear white
flannel trousers,
beach.
T
will sing to
me.
have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black.
I
We
have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
42
Portrait of a
Lady
hast committed
Thou
is
And
besides, the
wench
dead.
The Jew
I
of Malta.
Among
to With "
the
December afternoon
as
it
You have
do I have saved
will
seem
this
And
four
wax
Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead, An atmosphere of Juliet's tomb Prepared for all the things to be said, or lett unsaia.
We
And
Among
And
43
have been, let us say, to hear the latest Pole Transmit the Preludes, through his hair and finger-tips. " So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul Should be resurrected only among friends Some two or three, who will not touch the bloom That is rubbed and questioned in the concert room.*'
so the conversation slips
velleities
Through attenuated
begins.
"
You do
not
they
mean
to find
to me,
my
friends,
it is,
composed
much, so much of odds and ends, you knew? you are do not love it
.
To
find a friend
who
Who
and gives Those qualities upon which friendship lives. How much it means that I say this to you " life, what cauchemar! Without these friendships
has,
of the violins
my
Absurdly hammering
Capricious monotone
prelude of
''
its
own,
That
Let
is
at least
one definite
false note."
Admire
monuments
Correct our watches by the public clocks. Then sit for half an hour and drink our bocks.
II
Now
And
44
" Ah,
bloom
her
She has
bowl of
friend,
lilacs in
room
my
What
"
life is,
it
in
lilac stalks)
You
let
it
youth
is
cannot see."
I smile,
of course,
go on drinking tea. " Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall My buried life, and Paris in the Spring, I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world To be wonderful and youthful, after all."
The voice returns like the insistent out-of-tune Of a broken violin on an August afternoon: " I am always sure that you understand
My
You You You
you
feel,
go on, and when you have prevailed can say: at this point many a one has failed.
I,
I,
my
friend.
To
Of
receive
I shall sit
take
my
hat:
how
can
said
make to me?
I
cowardly amends
You
will see
me any morning
in the
park
Reading the comics and the sporting page. Particularly I remark An English countess goes upon the stage. A Greek was murdered at a Polish dance, Another bank defaulter has confessed.
keep my countenance, I remain self-possessed Except when a street piano, mechanical and tired Reiterates some worn-out common song With the smell of hyacinths across the garden Recalling things that other people have desired.
I
Are
wrong?
Ill
The October
Except for
I
night comes
down; returning
of being
ill
as before
a slight sensation
at ease
mount
And
"
feel as if I
had mounted on
my
And
so
turn?
But
You You
My
My
This
know when you are coming back. will find so much to learn." smile falls heavily among the bric--brac.
hardly
self-possession flares
is
me." up for
a second;
as I
had reckoned.
46
have been wondering frequently of late (But our beginnings never know our ends!) Why we have not developed into friends." I feel like one who smiles, and turning shall remark
*'
My
**
self-possession gutters;
we
For everybody
all
!
They
were sure our feelings would relate I myself can hardly understand. So closely We must leave it now to fate. You will write, at any rate. Perhaps it is not too late.
I shall sit
dance, dance
dancing bear.
Cry
an ape.
Let us take the air, in a tobacco trance Well! and what if she should die some afternoon, Afternoon grey and smoky, evening yellow and rose Should die and leave me sitting pen in hand With the smoke coming down above the housetops;
Doubtful, for quite a while
to feel or if I understand
foolish, tardy or too
soon
the advantage, after all? " successful with a '' dying fall
Now
And
47
that
we
I
talk of dying
should
Preludes
The
burnt-out ends of
a
And now
And
newspapers from vacant lots; The showers beat On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And
And
The morning comes to consciousness Of faint stale smells of beer From the sawdust-trampled street With all its muddy feet that press
To
early coffee-stands.
the other masquerades
With That
48
time resumes,
One
That are
Ill
You tossed a blanket from the bed, You lay upon your back, and waited; You dozed, and watched the night revealing The thousand sordid images Of which your soul was constituted; They flickered against the ceiling.
And when all the world came back And the light crept up between the shutters, And you heard the sparrows in the gutters,
You had such a vision of the street As the street hardly understands;
Sitting along the bed's edge,
where
hair,
the papers
from your
IV
His soul stretched That fade behind
tight across the skies
a city block,
Or trampled by
At four and
five
insistent feet
and
six o'clock;
And And
Assured of certain
The
am moved by
Around these images, and cling: The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel
in
laugh
vacant
lots.
50
Rhapsody on
Windy Night
Twelve o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of
memory
And
all its
clear relations,
and precisions, Every street lamp that I pass Beats like a fatalistic drum, And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Its divisions
Half-past one,
lamp sputtered. street lamp muttered. street lamp said, " Regard that woman Who hesitates toward you in the light of the door
street
Which opens on her like a grin. You see the border of her dress
and stained with sand. And you see the corner of her eye Twists like a crooked pin."
Is torn
51
The
Stiff
secret of
its
skeleton,
and white. A broken spring in a factory yard. Rust that clings to the form that the strength has Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Half-past two,
left
And
butter.*'
So the hand of the child, automatic. Slipped out and pocketed a toy that was running along
the quay.
I
have seen eyes in the street Trying to peer through lighted shutters, And a crab one afternoon in a pool. An old crab with barnacles on his back. Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
I
Half-past three,
the dark.
"
La
She winks a feeble eye, She smiles into corners. She smooths the hair of the grass. The moon has lost her memory. A washed-out smallpox cracks her face. Her hand twists a paper rose, That smells of dust and old Cologne, She is alone
With all the old nocturnal smells That cross and cross across her brain. The reminiscence comes
'
female smells
in shuttered
rooms,
cigarettes in corridors
cocktail smells in bars."
The lamp
Here
is
said,
number on
the door.
a ring
on the
stair,
The bed
open; the tooth-brush hangs on the wall, Put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life."
is
The
53
last twist
of the knife.
Morning
They
at the
Window
of the street of housemaids
of fog toss up to
me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street, And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
in the air
of the roofs.
54
Sway
wind
like a field
of ripe corn.
in
When
the street,
some And to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript, I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning Wearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to
the appetites of life in
Wakening
Rochefoucauld,
If the street were time and he at the end of the street. And I say, " Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening
Transcripts^
SS
Aunt Helen
Miss Helen Slingsby was
my maiden
aunt,
And
Now
And
end of the street. The shutters were drawn and the undertaker wiped
silence at her
his feet
He
was aware
before.
had occurred
for,
But shortly afterv\'ards the parrot died too. The Dresden clock continued ticking on the mantelpiece, And the footman sat upon the dining-table
Holding the second housemaid on his knees Who had always been so careful while her mistress
lived.
S6
Cousin Nancy
Miss Nancy
Ellicott
hills
and broke them, Rode across the hills and broke them The barren New England hills Riding to hounds
Strode across the
Over
the cow-pasture.
Ellicott
all
the
And
how
they
felt
about
it,
it
was modern.
Upon
the faith.
57
Mr. Apollinax
Apollinax visited the United States His laughter tinkled among the teacups.
I
When Mr.
among
the
And
of Priapus
in the
shrubbery
Gaping
Cheetah's
He
laughed
like
an irresponsible
foetus.
Where worried
Dropping from
I
bodies of drowned
fingers of surf.
men
drift
down
in
Or
I
With seaweed
heard the beat of centaur's hoofs over the hard turf As his dry and passionate talk devoured the afternoon. " He is a charming man " " But after all what did he mean? "
^'
He
must be unbalanced,"
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"
'^
-id
that
.,ght have
remember
a slice of lemon,
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Hysteria
As
in
she laughed
until
her teeth
were only accidental stars with a talent for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiter with trembling hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: " If the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden
..."
decided that
if
noon might be
collected,
and
concentrated
my
atten-
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Conversation Galante
I
observe:
*'
Our
moon!
Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may be Prester John's balloon Or an old battered lantern hung aloft To light poor travellers to their distress."
She then:
*'
How
you digress
"
I
And
Some one frames upon the keys That exquisite nocturne, with which we explain The night and moonshine; music which we seize
I
then: "
To body
''
She then:
Does
this refer to
me?
"
Oh
no,
it is I
who am
inane."
" You,
of the absolute.
Giving our vagrant moods the slightest twist! With your aid indifferent and imperious At a stroke our mad poetics to confute
And
"
Are we then
so serious?
"
6i
La
Figlia
Che Piange
O
qiiam
te inenoreni v'trgo
. .
Stand on the highest pavement of the Lean on a garden urn Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair
stair
pained surprise
With
fugitive resentment in
So I would have had him leave, So I would have had her stand and grieve, So he would have left As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised.
As
I
the
mind
deserts the
body
it
has used.
should find
Some way incomparably light and deft. Some way we both should understand.
Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.
She turned away, but with the autumn weather Compelled my imagination many days.
Many
Her And
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I
days and
many
hours:
full
of flowers.
!
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze The troubled midnight and the noon's repose.
THE END.
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