Tosh Bosh

Ah, Passion, like a voice - that buds! With many thorns…that sharply stick: Recalls to me the longing of our bloods… And - makes my wearied heart requick!… Arcadia by Head Balledup O give me the life of the Village, Uninhibited, free, and sweet. The place where the arts all flourish, Grove Court and Christopher Street. I am sick of the old conventions, And critics who will not praise, So sing ho for the open spaces, And aesthetes with kindly ways. Here every bard is a genius, And artists are Raphaels, And above the roofs of Patchin Place The Muse of Talent dwells.