PSYCHOLOPHON

by: Gelett Burgess (1866-1951)

Supposed to be Translated from the Old Parsee

      WINE then the rays
      Round her soft Theban tissues!
      All will be as She says,
      When that dead past reissues.
      Matters not what nor where,
      Hark, to the moon's dim cluster!
      How was her heavy hair
      Lithe as a feather duster!
      Matters not when nor whence;
      Flittertigibbet!
      Sounds make the song, not sense,
      Thus I inhibit!

"Psycholophon" is reprinted from A Nonsense Anthology. Ed. Carolyn Wells. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, 1915.

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