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Ova / knows none of these / pretty artifices / of happy nurseries / for foisting illusive sops / on the untamable brute / called Life / For her / the irredeemable anaemia / of hour upon hour / devoid / of invitation to vitality / drifts through her arteries / Changed to her Mother's vagaries / her Nurses and governesses / pinch -- faced conservatives / respect Life / they let it alone / lest it discomfort them / before the awful comfort of the grave / save them / They have none of the / elite audacity / to tease its slumberous ferocity / with a felicitous humour / that sets / it at defiance / They never accompany / its growls / with clarinettes / She is laid / in London's under -- lap / of unutterable lapidary / -persistance / of pavements into distance / The grey air / stricken with trees / whose vernal hair / is spoiled with soot / The flux of Life she / flows on / of gruesome / inner and outer architecture / and dingy damask / A twilit turbulence / of routine in coma / shot / with stranded rockets / of curative colour / The ghoulish clouds / hide God / who should / have made the world / a musical -- box / of coloured glass / growing like gilly -- flowers / and Phlox- -- - -- - -- with butterfly -- winged / cherubim / warbling in / low -- branched fruit trees