The Swan of Avon died-the Swan
Of Sacramento'll soon be gone;
And when his death-song he shall coo,
Stand back, or it will kill you too.

In life's exigencies men have been known
To pass themselves, and to attain to more
Than hope; as if in combat with the gods
The god in them secured supremacy.

'There's been an accident!' they said,
'Your servant's cut in half; he's dead.'
'Indeed!' said Mr Jones, 'and please
Give me the half that's got my keys.'

God in His infinite wisdom
Did not make me very wise-
So when my actions are stupid
They hardly take God by surprise

860

Absence disembodies—so does Death
Hiding individuals from the Earth
Superposition helps, as well as love—
Tenderness decreases as we prove—

She has gone out, she is far from me, but I see her, for all things in the room, all pertain to her, and I, like all the rest.

This bed still warm, over which I let my lips wander, is disordered with the imprint of her form. Upon this soft cushion has lain her little head enveloped in its wealth of hair.

This basin is that in which she hath bathed; this comb has penetrated the knots of her tangled locks. These slippers beg for her naked feet. These pockets of gauze contained her breasts.

He who aims
to keep abreast
is for ever
second best.

Paa Kampens Dag, da Danmarks Helte faldt,
Dit danske Hjerte gjorde dig til Skjald.
— Dit Vid os sang mod Livets bittre Suk:
„Min Søn, vil Du i Verden frem, saa buk."

Abraham Lincoln is my nam[e]
And with my pen I wrote the same
I wrote in both hast and speed
and left it here for fools to read

Abraham Lincoln,
His hand and pen:
He will be good but
God knows When.