—Good-night, and I shall totter off to bed.
To-morrow’s play? God, how these lines are bores!
You say it’s just the thing the crowd adores?
—It likes the pretty ending where we’re wed?
Thank God for night that is not made with lights,
Stars that are quiet, unpainted, distant things,
Wind that is dustless, fresh, and water-cool.
—Some day I shall give over my new school,
Permit myself the luxury of wings,—
Yes, I can hear you: “And a pair of tights?”