Dora

     Dora steals across the floor

                    Tiptoe;

     Opens then her rosy door,

                    Peeps out.

     Nobody! And where shall I

                    Skip to?

     Dora, diving daintily,

                    Creeps out.

     'To the woodland! Shall I find

                    Crowtoe,

     Violet, jessamine! I'll bind

                    Garlands

     Fancy I'm a princess. Where

                    Go to?

     Persia, China, Finistere?

                    Far lands!'

     Pity Dora! Only one

                    Daisy

     Did she find. The sulking sun

                    Slept still.

     Dora stamped her foot. Aurora

                    Lazy

     Stirred not. Hush! A footstep. Dora

                    Kept still.

     What a dreadful monster! Shoot!

                    Mercy!

     ('Twas a man.) Suppose the brute

                    Ate her?

     By-and-by the ruffian grows

                    'Percy.'

     And she loves him now she knows

                    Better.

                              Aleister Crowley

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