He Dispensed Starlight To Casual

So We Beat On, Boats Against The Current, Borne Back Ceaselessly Into The Past.

There's So Much Spring In The Air- There's So Much Lazy Sweetness In Your Heart.

Thirty--the Promise Of A Decade Of Loneliness, A Thinning List Of Single Men To Know, A Thinning Brief-case Of Enthusiasm, Thinning Hair.

Then Came The War, Old Sport. It Was A Great Relief, And I Tried Very Hard To Die, But I Seemed To Bear An Enchanted Life.

Then It Had Not Been Merely The Stars To Which He Had Aspired On That June Night. He Came Alive To Me, Delivered Suddenly From The Womb Of His Purposeless Splendour.