of baubles, Forgetting state, multitude, work, and state, Champing and mouthing of hats, Making ratful squeak of hats, Hats.

 

 

 

 

 

A man said to the universe:    “Sir, I exist!” “However,” replied the universe, “The fact has not created in me “A sense of obligation.”      

When the prophet, a complacent fat man, Arrived at the mountain-top, He cried: “Woe to my knowledge! “I intended to see good white lands “And bad black lands, “But the scene is grey.”

 

 

 

There was a land where lived no violets. A traveller at once demanded: “Why?” The people told him: “Once the violets of this place spoke thus: “’Until some woman freely give her lover “’To another woman “’We will fight in bloody scuffle.’” Sadly the people added: “There are no violets here.”

 

 

 

 

There was one I met upon the road Who looked at me with kind eyes. He said: “Show me of your wares.” And I did, Holding forth one, He said: “It is a sin.” Then I held forth another. He said: “It is a sin.” Then I held forth another. He said: “It is a sin.” And so to the end. Always He said: “It is a sin.” At last, I cried out: “But I have non other.” He looked at me With kinder eyes. “Poor soul,” he said.

 

 

 

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