SALE For sale: by order of the remaining heirs Who ran up and down the big center stairs The what-not, the settee, the Chippendale chairs —And an attic of horrors, a closet of fears. The furniture polished and polished so grand, A stable and paddock, some fox-hunting land, The summer house shaped like a village…
Into My Own One of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarecely show the breeze, Were not, as ’twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto the edge of doom. I should not be withheld but that sme day Into their vastness I should steal away, Fearless…
Provide, Provide The witch that came (the withered hag) To wash the steps with pail and rag Was once the beauty Abishag, The picture pride of Hollywood. Too many fall from great and good For you to doubt the likelihood. Die early and avoid the fate. Or if predestined to die late, Make up your…
