It's When You Are Down That You

Upon The Clothes Behind The Tenement, That Hang Like Ghosts Suspended From The Lines, Linking Each Flat, But To Each Indifferent, Incongruous And Strange The Moonlight Shines.

Human Dignity Is More Precious Than Prestige.

And, Hungry For The Old, Familiar Ways, I Turned Aside And Bowed My Head And Wept.

If We Must Die, O Let Us Nobly Die.

The Shivering Birds Beneath The Eaves Have Sheltered For The Night.