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HE gallows in my garden, people say,

Is new and neat and adequately tall.

I tie the noose on in a knowing way

As one that knots his necktie for a ball;

But just as all the neighbours—on the wall—

Are drawing a long breath to shout "Hurray!"

The strangest whim has seized me. After all

I think I will not hang myself to-day.

To-morrow is the time I get my pay—

My uncle's sword is hanging in the hall—

I see a little cloud all pink and grey—

Perhaps the rector's mother will not call—

I fancy that I heard from Mr. Gall

That mushrooms could be cooked another way—

I never read the works of Juvenal—

I think I will not hang myself to-day.

The world will have another washing-day;

The decadents decay; the pedants pall;

And H.G. Wells has found that children play,

And Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall;

Rationalists are growing rational—

And through thick woods one finds a stream astray

So secret that the very sky seems small—

I think I will not hang myself to-day.