The Great War

from Poems, an electronic edition

Ghoul Care

SOUR fiend, go home and tell the Pit

For once you met your master,--

A man who carried in his soul

Three charms against disaster,

The Devil and disaster.

Away, away, and tell the tale

And start your whelps a-whining,

Say "In the greenwood of his soul

A lizard's eye was shining,

A little eye kept shining."

Away, away, and salve your sores,

And set your hags a-groaning,

Say "In the greenwood of his soul

A drowsy bee was droning,

A dreamy bee was droning."

Prodigious Bat! Go start the walls

Of Hell with horror ringing,

Say " In the greenwood of his soul

There was a goldfinch singing,

A pretty goldfinch singing."

And then come back, come, if you please,

A fiercer ghoul and ghaster,

With all the glooms and smuts of

Hell

Behind you, I'm your master!

You know I'm still your master.