We begged an apple wind Of a barren overseer And pressed closely Cool to cool To writhe beneath Invicta The Devil's birds are walkers Stalkers of the green And when he entered into
Now we breathe the Hyacinths' sweeter air Framed by arches and not rivalry We have only a dream of the Paradise Garden That held to heart its House of Hell Needled me with a knowledge
No one at home when I tapped at the window He's deaf in the parlour but I didn't know then How he was framed by the shutters, the rafters, the blinds Fallen by flowers within the Oak Lane Inn
Like a fury at the Dervish Hall The hillside's fiery Torch Did from an ashen-visaged dome Scorch Ice to quosh for a sinuous and darker curl And then fell Revitalising
There once was a car-thief from Leicester Who stole, on parole, a Fiesta If you're going to steal Stay AWAKE at the wheel Don't fall prey to impromptu siesta