Ecclesiastes

 Misc

If I might add a glory to the scheme

The spotless fabric of her happiness

A sort of ring of Polycrates

A perfect rectitude of intention

Why not build a squash-court

The result of contending influences

The assault of her eloquence

Even the little flower-like ears

At that noonday hour

Missive to the post-box

Malicious comment at Lynbrook

Into a cider-press's gripe

Great tides of existence

Fronted the post office

Putting apples, wondrous ripe

And a moving away of pickle-tub-boards

And a leaving ajar of conserve-cupboards

Popular retreat about a chess-board

A fresh supply of tea

Warm tint of human inconsistency