Of Pretty mice in Plicity (where alas,
Is County Plicity now? Beyond what skyline?
I climbed in vain to-day).... When Rachel prays,
Does she still dreamily speak to Gentle Jesus,
The shepherd in that Nurnberg oleograph
Hanging above the nursery mantlepiece?
Her God? Anthropomorphic surely. One
Bearded like Moses, straddled on the clouds,
Armed with thunderbolts and shaggy eyebrows.
“Bless me, dear God, and make me a good child.”