Life was not in the least worth living. Because, don't you see?
Nothing that can't be, can, and what must be, must. Q.E.D.
And the infinitesimal sources of Infinite Unideality
Curve in to the central abyss of a sort of a queer Personality.
Whose refraction is felt in the nebulæ strewn in the pathway of Mars
Like the pairings of nails Æonian—clippings and snippings of stars—
Shavings of suns that revolve and evolve and involve—and at times
Give a sweet astronomical twang to remarkably hobbling rhymes.
IX.
And the sea curved in with a moan—and we thought how once—before