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 At demonstrating chords and themes The singing sort of men devise.

Take Helen,—all you hear of her In lectures is a learned slur Of couplets solemnly undressed To indicate the female chest, Till Helen's lost and nothing's sure But that she had, praise God, a breast.

And then you're drunk and out you walk Through High Street where the shadows mock The third dimension of thick day, And walls chirp back the words you say; And magically above your talk, As lift faint mountains far away, There lifts a sudden loveliness, A flare of beauty, an excess