And adverbs from the leaf-talk of the elves,
With dog-faced articles, unknown to man;
Low-pattered syllables that trot like sheep
Round out my mouth and mind with holy peace,
And I have found redemption and surcease
In Babylonian nouns like bulls asleep.
Who can be hopeless saying “Bethmacoon”?
“Aleery” is an opiate for all pain.
—And I shall swim beneath the Idiot’s Moon,
And climb the crags that tower in my brain