I WHOSE magic could explore
Ways others might not guess or see,
Now am barred behind a door
That has no “Open Sesame.”
For a Pessimist
HE wore his coffin for a hat,
Calamity his cape,
While on his face a death’s-head sat
And waved a bit of crape.
I WHOSE magic could explore
Ways others might not guess or see,
Now am barred behind a door
That has no “Open Sesame.”
HE wore his coffin for a hat,
Calamity his cape,
While on his face a death’s-head sat
And waved a bit of crape.