I went to the city, Mary McNeely,
meant to return for you, yes I did.
Laura, my landlady's daughter,
into my life somehow, and won me away.
after some years whom should I meet
Georgine Miner from Niles—sprout
the free love, Fourierist gardens that
the war all over Ohio.
dilettante lover had tired of her,
she turned to me for strength and solace.
was some kind of a crying thing
takes in one's arms, and all at once
slimes your face with its running nose,
voids its essence all over you;
bites your hand and springs away.
there you stand bleeding and smelling to heaven!
Mary McNeely, I was not worthy
kiss the hem of your robe!