The ladies who are interested in Assyrian art

Gather in the hall of the British Museum.

The faint perfume of last year's tailor suits

And the steam from drying rubber overshoes

And the green and purple feathers on their hats

Vanish in the sombre Sunday afternoon

As they fade beyond the Roman statuary

Like amateur comedians across a lawn

Towards the unconscious, the ineffable, the absolute

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