the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls

    are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds

    （also， with the church's protestant blessings

    daughters， unscented shapeless spirited）

    they believe in Christ and Longfellow，both dead，

    are invariably interested in so many things-

    at the present writing one still finds

    delighted fingers knitting for the is it Poles？

    perhaps.   While permanent faces coyly bandy

    scandal of Mrs. N and Professor D

    ……the Cambridge ladies do not care，above

    Cambridge if sometimes in its box of

    sky lavender and cornerless， the

    moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy