Novel Phenomena

for tomos

I

Passing through every-next-day
And feeling like your mind has grown soft
Like a sponge, quick to gather, and quick to dross,
Until, one sun-beam's toss
Casts that haze away—
   And life again — with newfound gloss
                        or,

II

With altogether too much
—Too many new experiences,
That the blurbs of each are halfly scanned,
And through-filled wonders burst and span

           ——ÆONS OF THEIR OWN SIGNIFICANCE——




                        (. . .)

but since sense sunders, it's scents we share—
the force of thought is flair.

                   Still,

III

 To dream is always new, and waves

    Wash past the present, stun.

      Let children gaze emporium

         Let minds on evening matter run         □