And you wake to find cockroaches, not fingers, there.
IV.
’Tis a Babel of sounds; you’ve the lowing of cows,
Sheep bleating, and squeaks of parturient sows,
Geese cackling, ducks quacking, curs yelping, ne’er mute,
And the wheeze of some plaintive, asthmatical flute.
V.
Around you what various odours arise!
How blest is the man to whom nature denies
The olfactory nerve, to whose nonchalant nose