A sea—gull with a broken wing, I found upon the kelp—strewn shore… It sprawled and gasped; I sighed:… I fear your flying days are o’er; Sad victim of a savage gun,

“Tuberculosis should not be,” The old professor said. “If folks would hearken unto me 'Twould save a million dead. Nay, no consumptive needs to die,

Zut! it’s two o’clock. See! the lights are jumping. Finish up your bock, Time we all were humping. Waiters stack the chairs,

I’ll wait until my money’s gone Before I take the sleeping pills; Then when they find me in the dawn… Remote from earthly ails and ills They’ll say: “She’s broke, the fo…

I have no brief for gambling, nay The notion I express That money earned 's the only way To pay for happiness. With cards and dice I do not hold…

This is the end of all my ways, My wanderings on earth, My gloomy and my golden days, My madness and my mirth. I’ve bought ten thousand blades of…

Out of the wood my White Knight c… His eyes were bright with a bitter… As I clung to his stirrup leather… For I was only a dreaming lad, Yet oh, what a wonderful faith I…

To me at night the stars are vocal… They say: 'Your planet’s oh so lo… A speck of dust in heaven’s ceilin… Your faith divine a foolish feelin… What odds if you are chaos hurled,

Oh, it is good to drink and sup, And then beside the kindly fire To smoke and heap the faggots up, And rest and dream to heart’s desi… Oh, it is good to ride and run,

Here lyeth one Who loved the sun; Who lived with zest, Whose work was done, Reward, dear Lord,

Three times I had the lust to kil… To clutch a throat so young and fa… And squeeze with all my might unti… No breath of being lingered there. Three times I drove the demon out…

To rest my fagged brain now and th… When wearied of my proper labors, I lay aside my lagging pen And get to thinking on my neighbor… For, oh, around my garret den

Since all that is was ever bound t… Since grim, eternal laws our Bein… And both the riddle and the answer… And both the carnage and the calm… Since plain within the Book of De…

The leaves are sick and jaundiced,… Drift down the air; December’s sky is sodden grey, Dark with despair; A bleary dawn will light anon

I’m just an ordinary chap Who comes home to his tea, And mostly I don’t care a rap What people think of me; I do my job and take my pay,