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KONX
OM PAX
With some most lucid miracle
Of love too sweet to think or tell.
“ Kiss me again before I die l ”
And, as I kissed her, tenderly
Shone like pale flames the sudden
spheres
Of dewy light, of eager
tears.
She touched my soul’s divinest chord:
“I am so happy, dear my Lord.”
And, breaking to the spirit bliss,
“I go, dear.
0 so keen to kiss
Our baby when I get to God ! ”
Charrningl
Why, damn it now! that’s odd.
I’m surely in my dotage,
Dick!
A sniveller makes
me fairly sick.
—Well, here’s the Devil in Eden still;
No good we do but turns to ill:
Art '5 but a crust o’er Nature’s chasms.
Death caught her with his comic spasms.
They turned her fairly inside out,
Jerking her legs and arms about
Like a damned dancing marionette.
I could not light my cigarette:
I started
laughing.
Laugh?
I laughed—
] rocked my body fore and aft-—
I fairly yelledl
To crown the event
Her wonder at my merriment:
That beat the band.
I really wonder
However I came to, by thunder !—
Ha! Ha! You hear—it
somehow
jars.
Bad art, my boy! The Devil mars