English

The flesh is sad, alas! and all the books are read.
Flight, only flight! I feel that birds are wild to tread
The floor of unknown foam, and to attain the skies!
Nought, neither ancient gardens mirrored in the eyes,
Shall hold this heart that bathes in waters its delight,
O nights! nor yet my waking lamp, whose lonely light
Shadows the vacant paper, whiteness profits best,
Nor the young wife who rocks her baby on her breast.
I will depart! O steamer, swaying rope and spar,
Lift anchor for exotic lands that lie afar!

The fleeting birds may soon in ocean swim,
And northern whales thro' liquid azure skim:
The Dublin ladies their intrigues forsake;
To dress and scandal an aversion take;
When you can in the lonely forest walk,
And with some serious matron gravely talk,
Of possets, poultices, and waters still'd,
And monstrous casks with mead and cyder fill'd;
How many hives of bees she has in store,
And how much fruit her trees this summer bore;
Or home returning in the yard can stand,
And feed the chickens from your bounteous hand:

FLEET Street ! Fleet Street! Fleet Street in the morning,
— With the old sun laughing out behind the dome of Paul's,
Heavy wains a-driving, merry winds a-striving,
— White clouds and blue sky above the smoke-stained walls.

Fleet Street! Fleet Street! Fleet Street in the noontide,
— East and west the streets packed close, and roaring like the sea;
With laughter and with sobbing we feel the world's heart throbbing,
— And know that what is throbbing is the heart of you and me.

Fleet Street! Fleet Street! Fleet Street in the evening,

Todd's Hardware was dust and a monkey —
a real one, on the second floor —
and Mrs. Todd there behind the glass cases.
We stepped over buckets of nails and lawnmowers
to get to the candy counter in the back,
and pointed at the red wax lips,
and Mary Janes,
and straws full of purple sugar.
Said goodbye to Mrs. Todd, she white-faced and silent,
and walked the streets of Beaver,
our teeth sunk hard in the wax,
and big red lips worth kissing.

From a determinable horizon
absent
spectacularly from a midnight
which has yet to make public
a midnight
in the first place incompatibly copied
the other
in observance of the necessary end
guarantees
the simultaneous insularity
of a structure
self-contained
a little longer
than the general direction
of goods opposed
tangentically.

Five little sisters walking in a row;
Now, isn't that the best way for little girls to go?
Each had a round hat, each had a muff,
And each had a new pelisse of soft green stuff.

Five little marigolds standing in a row;
Now, isn't that the best way for marigolds to grow?
Each with a green stalk, and all the five had got
A bright yellow flower and a new red pot.

Five little monkeys
Swinging from a tree;
Teasing Uncle Crocodile,
Merry as can be.
Swinging high, swinging low,
Swinging left and right:
" Dear Uncle Crocodile,
Come and take a bite! "

Five little monkeys
Swinging in the air;
Heads up, tails up,
Little do they care.
Swinging up, swinging down,
Swinging far and near:
" Poor Uncle Crocodile,
Aren't you hungry, dear? "

Four little monkeys
Sitting in a tree;
Heads down, tails down,
Dreary as can be.

Five fearless knights of the first renown
In Elizabeth's great array,
From Plymouth in Devon sailed up and down —
American sailors they;
Who went to the West,
For they all knew best
Where the silver was grey
As a moonlit night,

Five dollars a day is a white man's pay, way —
Five dollars a day is a white man's pay.
My dollar and a half a day.

But a dollar and a half is a black man's pay, way —
But a dollar and a half is a black man's pay,
My dollar and a half a day.

The black man works both day and night, way —
The black man works both day and night,
My dollar and a half a day.

But the white man he works but a day, way —
But the white man he works but a day,
My dollar and a half a day.

“Five cents a glass!” Does anyone think
That this is really the price of a drink?
“Five cents a glass,” I hear you say,
“Why, that isn't very much to pay.”
Ah, no, indeed; 'tis a very small sum
You are passing over with finger and thumb;
And if that were all that you gave away
It wouldn't be very much to pay.

The price of a drink! Let him decide
Who has lost his courage and lost his pride,
And lies a groveling heap of clay
Not far removed from a beast today.

The price of a drink! Let that one tell