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Not only that!—He’s interviewed my maid!
And she has told him all she knew!—The jade!
Ah, well!—who’ll be the wiser anyway?—
You can’t believe a word the papers say.
— Clarence Clough (Century Magazine, 1883)
A Theosophic Marriage
She was a theosophic miss
Who sighed for sweet Nirvana;
She talked of esoteric this
And that, in mystic manner.
She wore a wide and psychic smile,
Used diction transcendental.
Two suitors her besieged meanwhile—
Both softly sentimental.
The one, he was a drummer bland,
Who wore a lofty collar;
He knew not things were hollow, and
He chased the nimble dollar.
The other was a soulful youth,
Who talked of things symbolic;
Enamored quite of inner truth
And predisposed to colic.
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