Last night in sleep there ran through me Elysian Delights like these, of memory and vision:The long creamy fall of surf on beaches Which trouble nor rumor of trouble ever reaches. A mocking bird on the brink of a bog singing, Then over the rose of su [...]
He died at his fingers first, and toes;
He said, "They are numb, they are numb!"
But his bitter old heart and bitter old brain
Beat on like a lashed tom-tom.
His bitter old heart beat slanderously,
His bitter old brain beat mad:
Dea [...]
Fallen leaves skitter fleet
And elf-like down the street.
Winds have blown the moon awry,
It hangs a half-thing in the sky.
A sorry chimney-pot thing,
Sooty silver in a ring.
Time, the sweep, has brushed away
Half of it . . .Al [...]
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