"Wondrous life!" cried Marvell at Appleton House. br Renan admired Jesus Christ "wholeheartedly." br But here dried ferns keep falling to the floor, br And something inside my head br Flaps like a worn-out blind. Royal Cortssoz is dead. br A blow to the Herald-Tribune. A closet mouse br Rattles the wrapper on the breakfast food. Renan br Admired Jesus Christ "wholeheartedly." br br Flaps like a worn-out blind. Cezanne br Would break out in the quiet streets of Aix br And shout, "Le monde, c'est terrible!" Royal br Cortissoz is dead. And something inside my head br Flaps like a worn-out blind. The soil br In which the ferns are dying needs more Vigoro. br There is no twilight on the moon, no mist or rain, br No hail or snow, no life. Here in this house br br Dried ferns keep falling to the floor, a mouse br Rattles the wrapper on the breakfast food. Cezanne br Would break out in the quiet streets and scream. Renan br Admired Jesus Christ "wholeheartedly." And something inside my head br Flaps like a worn-out blind. Royal Cortissoz is dead. br There is no twilight on the moon, no hail or snow. br One notes fresh desecrations on the portico. br "Wondrous life!" cried Marvell at Appleton House.