It Was A Pity Thoughts

Too Late For Fruit, Too Soon For Flowers.

A Face Peered. All The Grey Night In Chaos Of Vacancy Shone; Nought But Vast Sorrow Was There The Sweet Cheat Gone.

Slowly, Silently, Now The Moon Walks The Night In Her Silver Shoon.

Do Diddle Di Do, Poor Jim Jay Got Stuck Fast In Yesterday.

An Hour's Terror Is Better Than A Lifetime Of Timidity.