The Morning After

(May 19, 1910.)

Here we are, friends, whole and hale In or through the comet's tail; And as far as we can say, Matters are about as they Were before.

Everything is much the same As before the comet came. Grasses grow and waters run-- Nothing new beneath the sun-- Same old sphere.

Life is drab or life is gay, Thorny path or primrose way; All is common, all is strange; "Down the ringing grooves of change" Spins the world.

Change but of a humdrum kind. What we vaguely had in mind Was some new sensation or Thrill we never felt before. Vain desire!

Nothing's added to the stock: Same old shiver, same old shock. Round about the sun we'll go In the same old status quo. Awful bore!