To climb the waterstair. Lights, lights,
She entertains Sir Ferdinand
Klein. Who clipped the lion’s wings
And flea’d his rump and pared his claws?
—Thought Burbank, meditating on
Time’s ruins, and the seven laws.
SWEENEY AMONG THE
NIGHTINGALES
ὤμοι, πέπληγμαι καιρίαν πγελὴν ἔσω
WHY SHOULD I SPEAK OF THE NIGHTINGALE?
THE NIGHTINGALE SINGS OF ADULTEROUS WRONG.