Daughter Am I In My Mother's House,

She Is Intensely Human, And Lives To Look Upon Life.

You Perceive, Do You Not, That Our National Fairy Tales Reflect The Inmost Desires Of The Briton And The Gaul?

There Rise Her Timeless Capitals Of Empires Daily Born, Whose Plinths Are Laid At Midnight And Whose Streets Are Packed At Morn; And Here Come Tired Youths And Maids That Feign To Love Or Sin In Tones Like Rusty Razor Blades To Tunes Like Smitten Tin.

For The Female Of The Species Is More Deadly Than The Male.

Hear And Attend And Listen; For This Befell And Behappened And Became And Was: O My Best Beloved, When The Tame Animals Were Wild.