Siege
This I do, being mad:
Gather baubles about me,
Sit in a circle of toys, and all the time
Death beating the door in.
White jade and an orange pitcher,
Hindu idol, Chinese god, —
Maybe next year, when I'm richer —
Carved beads and a lotus pod. . . .
And all this time
Death beating the door in.
Gather baubles about me,
Sit in a circle of toys, and all the time
Death beating the door in.
White jade and an orange pitcher,
Hindu idol, Chinese god, —
Maybe next year, when I'm richer —
Carved beads and a lotus pod. . . .
And all this time
Death beating the door in.
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