Now Helios, with consuming raya Has stayed swift Acteon's feet, And ours is stress of summer days And burden of his heat, Now fiercer grows Hyperion's son With every course, sid, one by une Come signs of things that are to be Mark how our garments daily shrink, Note well the ice in every drink (Except in cheerless tex).
Observe how well-starched collars ca Stand firm, that once were strong Hark how the bold mosquitoes chant Theie vicious evensong.
Henceforth, for three long months or 80 Tis ours tu'mop the troubled brow:
Or soothe the prickly-heated face Kither to claninmess " prey, Or roasted by the god of day, As haps to be the case.
Henceforth it shall be hard to sleep, To ent, or think, or read, Soon shall the cockroach vigil Zeep Beside the centipede Now every lucky wight who can Do a0, locks forward to Jap:
(Where, pace Scott, all things are fir). And now, with weary air and gene Wa Feng, the ancient punkal slave, Comes from his seccer lair.
As comes in spring the rugged bear From lonely mountain caves, As bats squeak through the summer air That wintered in the eaves, So, exch succeeding year, as soon As muggy heat doth'herald June, Comes this ill-favoured ann of Han, With melancholy mien and grunt, From some base evil-smelling haunt Unknown to decent man.
And now through many a summer day We'll ait, this waif and I, Each working for his meagre pay Beneath the other's eye And though too frequently perhaps His punksis moves with sleepy flaps When Wa doth slambrously incline, T have no doubt that in his soul He looks upon his monthly dole As better earned than mine, Two human atoms wandering Upon life's shoreless seas, Both he who pulls the punkah string And he who feels the breeze Yet Clotho spins for mortal men, And in some world beyond our ken Perchauce Wu Feng in state shall sit, While T exist as best I can—For all the destinies of man Are deeper than his wit, Only Clement.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.