But The Child's Sob Curses Deeper In

But So Fair, She Takes The Breath Of Men Away Who Gaze Upon Her Unaware.

There's Nothing Great Nor Small, Has Said A Poet Of Our Day, Whose Voice Will Ring Beyond The Curfew Of Eve And Not Be Thrown Out By The Matin's Bell.

For Poets (bear The Word) Half-poets Even, Are Still Whole Democrats.

She Has Seen The Mystery Hid Under Egypt's Pyramid: By Those Eyelids Pale And Close Now She Knows What Rhamses Knows.

Don't Get Me Wrong-painting's All Right. But Now That We Have Photography, What's The Point?