Classic Poem

It has been read by all
That a pleasure-party met death
At high speed, and that a child
Before its mother's eyes a corpse reappeared
Instantly following the crash,
And that such a one, held venerable,
Went, like a commoner, mad in a money-rou
And that the daughter of an earl, consumptiv
Lives by her own labour, a parlour-maid.

A public pain distresses the public epidermis,
A tremor passes as if through the one body —
The one body, cumbersome fond Titaness.

But instantly following the tremor
The reading heart returns to toast,
Having fluttered in self-pity
And felt its beat with curiosity.