Something black somewhere in the vistas of his heart. br br Tulips from Tates teazed Henry in the mood br to be a tulip and desire no more br but water, but light, but air. br Yet his nerves rattled blackly, unsubdued, br & suffocation called, dream-whiskey'd pour br sirening. Rosy there br br too fly my Phil & Ellen roses, pal. br Flesh-coloured men & women come & punt br under my windows. I rave br or grunt against it, from a flowerless land. br For timeless hours wind most, or not at all. I wind br my clock before I shave. br br Soon it will fall dark. Soon you'll see stars br you fevered after, child, man, & did nothing,— br compass live to the pencil-torch! br As still as his cadaver, Henry mars br this surface of an earth or other, feet south br eyes bleared west, waking to march.