Gents' furnishings of my soul!
Pantings, Pantings, Pantings!
Shirtings and coatings too!
How can I think of mere birds, nor blink
In the Cosmic Hullaballoo?
The hot world throbs with Immenseness,
The Voidness plunks in the Void,
And all of it doubtless has something to do
With Employer and Unemployed!