The same slack, unsound, sick body
What of wearing new clothes?
The same tired feet,
The restrained eyes,
What of the wine
that momentarily drenched the throat?
What of the garden
that bloomed at a distance?
Or
The prime of life,
saw a dream?
The same hot wind
with fever wearing death,
Falling as usual
from human head
unstopped blood-stream!
The chords of the heart
thrilling all!
