Eagles perch proudly
In isolation,
They swoop to seize a living prey—
Crows hover to feed,
Waiting with patience till the soul is fled
Leaving a helpless body—carrion—
(Vile thoughts obsess me!)
What did you want, Lolita?
Spectrum of Mrs. Q.
Fear not, beautiful lady,
That I shall ravish you!
Your arms are languorous lilies—
There is not a thorn
In all your slender greenness,
And you are sweet to madden buzzing bees!
Fear not, beautiful lady,
A hard, black cricket
Inspects you.
Epitaph
Courage is a sword,
Honour, but a shield…
Here lies a turtle.
A Sixpence
OBVERSE
If I loved you,
You would rear
Eight healthy children
To our love,
(Forgetting me)
And be happy.