I'll take the train, and go to bed.
Yes, waft me from the brainless mouth,
Wild wind! I seek a calmer sky,
And I will reach before I die
My old home island in the South!
A DREAM OF QUEER WOMEN.
(With Apologies to the Poet Laureate.)
I READ, before mine eyelids dropt their shade,
The last romance from MUDIE'S lately writ