I live with but a single thought;

My inmost heart and soul are set

On one sole task—a mighty one—

To simplify our alphabet.

Five vowel sounds we use in speech;

They're A, and E, I, O, and U:

I mean to cut them down to four.

You "wonder what good that will do."

Why, this cold earth will bloom again,

Eden itself be half re-won,

When breaks the dawn of my success

And U and I at last are one.

IN THE RECORD ROOM, SURROGATE'S OFFICE.

A tomb where legal ghouls grow fat;

Where buried papers, fold on fold,

Crumble to dust, that 'thwart the sun

Floats dim, a pallid ghost of gold.

The day is dying. All about,

Dark, threat'ning shadows lurk; but still

I ponder o'er a dead girl's name

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