En l'an trentiesme de mon aage br Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beucs ... br br br Pipit sate upright in her chair br Some distance from where I was sitting; br Views of the Oxford Colleges br Lay on the table, with the knitting. br br Daguerreotypes and silhouettes, br Her grandfather and great great aunts, br Supported on the mantelpiece br An Invitation to the Dance. br . . . . . . br I shall not want Honour in Heaven br For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney br And have talk with Coriolanus br And other heroes of that kidney. br br I shall not want Capital in Heaven br For I shall meet Sir Alfred Mond: br We two shall lie together, lapt br In a five per cent Exchequer Bond. br br I shall not want Society in Heaven, br Lucretia Borgia shall be my Bride; br Her anecdotes will be more amusing br Than Pipit's experience could provide. br br I shall not want Pipit in Heaven: br Madame Blavatsky will instruct me br In the Seven Sacred Trances; br Piccarda de Donati will conduct me ... br . . . . . . br But where is the penny world I bought br To eat with Pipit behind the screen? br The red-eyed scavengers are creeping br From Kentish Town and Golder's Green; br br Where are the eagles and the trumpets? br br Buried beneath some snow-deep Alps. br Over buttered scones and crumpets br Weeping, weeping multitudes br Droop in a hundred A.B.C.