"In the heavens of Brahm and Osiris,
Are they peeved with this revel, I ask? . . .
Does Pluto like this, where his fire is? . . .
What in hell do they think of this masque? . . .
"Where the deities, avid of Is-ness,
Resurge from the Flivvers that Were,
While the wild Chaotical Whizness
Gives place to a Cosmic Whir,
"Do they relish this josh of the josses?
Do they lamp not the same with a grouch?
Are you stinging these gloomy Big Bosses
To a keener, immortaler ouch?"
Hermione murmured: "How eerie!
You are voicing my own Inner Mood!
Ah me! but the world is less dreary
If one is but understood!
"And I thank you, I thank you, for rising
To my personal point of view. . . .
I THANK you for SYMPATHIZING! . . .
Dear man, how you always do!"
SYMPATHY
OF course we're out of town for the summer —
EVERYBODY'S out of town, now — but
I motor in once or twice a week to keep in
touch with some of my committees.
Sociological work, for instance, keeps right up the year around.
Of course, it's not so interesting in the winter. You see more striking contrasts in the winter, don't you think?
A couple of girl cousins of mine from Cincinnati have been here. They're interested in welfare work of all sorts.