"En l?an trentiesme do mon aage
Que toutes mes hontes j?ay beues?"
Pipit sate upright in her chair
Some distance from where I was sitting;
"Views of the Oxford Colleges"
Lay on the table, with the knitting.
Daguerreotypes and silhouettes, (5)
Her grandfather and great great aunts,
Supported on the mantelpiece
An "Invitation to the Dance."
. . . . .
I shall not want Honour in Heaven
For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney (10)
And have talk with Coriolanus
And other heroes of that kidney.
I shall not want Capital in Heaven
For I shall meet Sir Alfred Mond.
We two shall lie together, lapt (15)
In a five per cent Exchequer Bond.
I shall not want Society in Heaven,
Lucretia Borgia shall be my Bride;
Her anecdotes will be more amusing
Than Pipit?s experience could provide. (20)
I shall not want Pipit in Heaven:
Madame Blavatsky will instruct me
In the Seven Sacred Trances;
Piccarda de Donati will conduct me.
. . . . .
But where is the penny world I bought (25)
To eat with Pipit behind the screen?
The red-eyed scavengers are creeping
From Kentish Town and Golder?s Green;
Where are the eagles and the trumpets?
Buried beneath some snow-deep Alps. (30)
Over buttered scones and crumpets
Weeping, weeping multitudes
Droop in a hundred A.B.C.?s.
(from "Poems," 1920)