Testo Frozen Nile Mechanical Poet
I SEE THE NILE ENTOMBED IN A HYALINE CASE
SO CLEAR AS A HEAVENLY BLAZE
THE HOARY BODIES OF HIPPOS FROZE IN GLAZE
SPHINXES SURMOUNT WITH LACTEAL BAYS
RESIGNEDLY STANDING AT GAZE
WHEN CROAK OF PERISHING TOADS EXPIRES IN HAZE
Palm-trees have bowed to winds
Falling to vitreous sands
Wherries like pointed splints
Stick out of stony bents
Does anyone retrieve a key?
Which devilry we meet?
Uncanny scenes have seemed to me
And overturned my creed
