To the flame and the firewood of—dash!
Oh Cross of the South, I forgot you!
These demons have addled my brain.
Once more I look upward———Od rot you!
You’re at it again.
There! stick in your pitiless brad-awl,
And do your malevolent worst!
Dine on me and when you have had all,
Let others go in for a burst!
Oh silent and pure constellation,