In regions nether.

O patient sufferer of many bumps!
I ask it gently -- shall the dustbin hold
you?
And will the dust-heap, with its cabbage
stumps,
At last enfold you?

It ought. And yet with gentle hands I
place
You with my priceless Delft and Dresden
china,
For sake of one who loved your homely
face
In days diviner.





To a Rebellious
Daughter

You call authority "a grievous thing."
With careless hands you snap the
leading string,
And, for a frolic (so it seems to you),
Put off the old love, and put on the new.