The sun sought thy dim bed and brought forth light, The sciences were sucklings at thy breast; When all the world was young in pregnant night Thy slaves toiled at thy monumental best. Thou ancient treasure-land, thou modern prize, New peoples marvel at thy pyramids! The years roll on, thy sphinx of riddle eyes Watches …
The Poets light but Lamps — Themselves — go out — The Wicks they stimulate — If vital Light Inhere as do the Suns — Each Age a Lens Disseminating their Circumference —
had spent the night in the watch-house — My head was the size of three — So I went and asked the chemist To fix up a drink for me; And he brewed it from various bottles With soda and plenty of ice, With something that smelt like lemon, And something that seemed like spice. …
A long-time favourite of mine from a fantastic Lady!
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What a scrapmetal dealer wouldn’t give for this! Just give me a second(?), while I unlock my bike, would you!