'Tis very much like light, a thing that everybody knows, and yet none can tell what to make of it: 'Tis not money, fortune, joyntu...re, raving, stabbing, hanging, romancing, flouncing, swearing, ramping, desiring, fighting, dying, though all those have been, are, and still will be mistaken and miscalled for it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Flouncing your skirts, you blueness of joy, you flirt of politeness,... You leap, you intelligence, essence of wheelness with silvery nose, And your platinum clocks of excitement stir like the hairs of a fern.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »