Dream Song 19: Here, whence

Here, whence all have departed orwill do, here airless, where that witchy ball wanted, fought toward, dreamed of, all a green living drops limply into one's hands without pleasure or interest Figurez-vous, a time swarms when the word 'happy' sheds its whole meaning, like to come and like for memory too That morning arrived to Henry as well a great cheque eaten out already by the Government & State & other strange matters Gentle friendly Henry Pussy-cat smiled into his mirror, a murderer's (at Stillwater), at himself alone and said across a plink to that desolate fellow said a little hail & buck-you-up upon his triumph