Classic Poem

what is strictly fiercely and wholly dies
his impeccable feathered with green facts
preening solemnity ignoring, through
its indolent lascivious caring eyes

watches; truly, curvingly while reacts
(sharp now with blood now accurately wan)
keenly, to dreamings more than truth untrue,

the best mouth I have seen on any man—
a little fluttering, at the enchanted dike
of whose lean lips, hovers how slenderly
the illustrious unknown.


(warily as
their master's spirit stooping, Crusoelike
examines fearingly and tenderly

a recent footprint in the sand of was)