The Climate

The English climate is a thing of jest, A matter of derision, and a mockery. Let but the wind blow ten days from the west, The Parson's field is washed into the rockery; Then to the east it turns, and from the fringe Of grew old Tom's moustache depends an icicle. Southward it veers; at … Continue reading The Climate


The Vision

I went to see a Vision, that I thoughWould fill the empty spaces in my mind;They said it was not there, and so I soughtKnowing securely that I should not find.But when I stood upon the final edgeWherefrom the world drops flatly into space.I looked incautiously from that high ledgeAnd stood before the Vision, face … Continue reading The Vision