Eighty, Goat Street

That address Exuberant - said the young man - -let’s go. But then The others said Where? Do we know? Said the young man ‘Of life’s virtues We Are laden in their glory To us to know as to all It be to know.’ ‘We go, we go, ’ Shouted the multitude The young multitude. So in a troupe They all; went Searching Searching intelligently The street was found The house they found Yet it was closed. ‘So how go we in? ’ Said a youth ‘Shall we throw The door in? ’ ‘No, that’s never way. If all do so, wars will Fade, peace have the day.’ We knock and civilly Though persistently And so they did Till from the cobweb Balcony A head with horns They saw come out And told them ‘I come’ Opened the door The Figure with Horns Stood all erect And all saw In with respect Went they. Long, long inside Remained they For dusk was red And dusk had gone And the night lamps They lighted The stars were out The moon was out The waves and seas delighted And slept the town And dreamt the town When By themselves Through open door They went And all talked About all new things Ideas they had learnt And Into this our Earth They went And told of wondrous things And men who heard Closed eyes and smiled And men told other men What wealth What civilization what Pride In the sub-conscious lay And how their life had Changed In but a single day In but a single day.