Peu À Peu. Poem by Avery Eglantine

The penmanship of life; anew
Altered all with no further ado
Memories; inevitably on adieu
As the worth en peu à peu.

Nearo; amain the broke of the book
Eft 'twasn't the poet's will
Naive life it barely took
Much Innocent smiles it steal

Aye! betwixt certes and paradox
Lies yon was thine thoughts.
Yet anon it left thou foxed
All things anon was bought!

Thither their absurdity exist
Abound was dark, dark feast
They all are frightening beasts!
Maugre of the book's kiss

Tyranny in their bloodstreams
Conscience' death in dreams
Sung was purgatory's hymn
Aloft Thou sought it agleam.