nacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.)
Bestows one final patronising kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit . . .
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her departed lover;
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now thats done: and Im glad its over."
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smoothes her hair with automatid,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
"This music crept by me upoers"
And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.
O City city, I sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge ?. noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.
The river sweats
Oil and tar
The barges drift
With the turning tide
Red sails
Wide
To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
"Trams and dusty trees.
Highbury bore me. Rid and Kew
Undid me. By Rid I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow oe."
"My feet are at Mate, and my heart
Under my feet. After the event
He wept. He promised a art.
I made no ent. What should I resent?"
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