The carriage brushes through the bright br Leaves (violent jets from life to light); br Strong polished speed is plunging, heaves br Between the showers of bright hot leaves br The window-glasses glaze our faces br And jar them to the very basis — br But they could never put a polish br Upon my manners or abolish br My most distinct disinclination br For calling on a rich relation! br In her house — (bulwark built between br The life man lives and visions seen) — br The sunlight hiccups white as chalk, br Grown drunk with emptiness of talk, br And silence hisses like a snake — br Invertebrate and rattling ache…. br Then suddenly Eternity br Drowns all the houses like a sea br And down the street the Trump of Doom br Blares madly — shakes the drawing-room br Where raw-edged shadows sting forlorn br As dank dark nettles. Down the horn br Of her ear-trumpet I convey br The news that 'It is Judgment Day!' br 'Speak louder: I don't catch, my dear.' br I roared: 'It is the Trump we hear!' br 'The What?' 'THE TRUMP!' 'I shall complain! br …. the boy-scouts practising again.