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KONX OM PAX

With some most lucid miracle
Of love too sweet to think or tell.
"Kiss me again before I die!"
And, as I kissed her, tenderly
Shone like pale flames the sudden spheres
Of dewy light, of eager tears.
She touched my soul's divinest chord:
"I am so happy, dear my Lord."
And, breaking to the spirit bliss,
"I go, dear. O so keen to kiss
Our baby when I get to God!"

Charming! Why, damn it now! that's odd.
I'm surely in my dotage, Dick!
A sniveller makes me fairly sick.
—Well, here's the Devil in Eden still;
No good we do but turns to ill:
Art's but a crust o'er Nature's chasms.
Death caught her with his comic spasms.
They turned her fairly inside out,
Jerking her legs and arms about
Like a damned dancing marionette.

I could not light my cigarette:
I started laughing. Laugh? I laughed—
I rocked my body fore and aft—
I fairly yelled! To crown the event
Her wonder at my merriment:
That beat the band. I really wonder
However I came to, by thunder!—

Ha! Ha! You hear—it somehow jars.
Bad art, my boy! The Devil mars

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