There was a young lady whose eyes,
were unique as to colour and size;
When she opened them wide,
people all turned aside,
and started away in surprise.
by Patience Worth
I am not awed, the agony of the universe
Doth not appall me! The sun may crumble,
And sift through the star-mesh, onward
In motes to the utmost of chaos.
The moon may become mold,