If thine eye offend thee, pluck it out br br If your tired unspeaking head br Rivet the dark with linear sight, br Crazed by a warlock with his curse br Dreamed up in some loquacious bed, br And if the stage-dark head rehearse br The fifth act of the closing night, br br Why, cut it off, piece after piece, br And throw the tough cortex away, br And when you've marvelled on the wars br That wove their interior smoke its way, br Tear out the close vermiculate crease br Where death crawled angrily at bay.