where the wind is always north-north-east
children learn to walk on frozen toes,
begets an envy of all those
boil elsewhere with such a lyric yeast
love that you will hear them at a feast
demons would appeal for some repose,
clamoring where the chalice overflows
crying wildest who have drunk the least.
is here a soilure of the wits,
told, and Love a cross for them to bear;
shivers in the corner where she knits
Conscience always has the rocking-chair,
as when she tortured into fits
first cat that was ever killed by Care.