Up to me to let you knoUp to me to let you know
Unto you will put it
Of utterances
Nestled under my toungue
...
Here l stand Mathius,
I can't do itherwise
High on a pedestal to set you,
Your feet of clay l discovered
...
One afflicted with 'choppers'
Finding hands unfit,
They turned to claws
Smell of death diffusing by;
...
Of Lines Written In A Coach To Aunt Naida Who Begged Me To Marry Lizzy A Foreigner
Up to me to let you knoUp to me to let you know
Unto you will put it
Of utterances
Nestled under my toungue
Nothing short of the lines
'Its o'er, yes its o'er! '
Of virtues l couldn't unmask
How of parallels we were
Same way, never to Same way, never to meet
Aboard a ferry