En l'an trentiesme de mon aage
　　Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beucs...
　　
　　Pipit sate upright in her chair
　　Some distance from where I was sitting;
　　Views of the Oxford Colleges
　　Lay on the table, with the knitting.
　　
　　Daguerreotypes and silhouettes,
　　Her grandfather and great great aunts,
　　Supported on the mantelpiece
　　An Invitation to the Dance.
　　......
　　I shall not want Honour in Heaven
　　For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney
　　And have talk with Coriolanus
　　And other heroes of that kidney.
　　
　　I shall not want Capital in Heaven
　　For I shall meet Sir Alfred Mond:
　　We two shall lie together, lapt
　　In a five per cent Exchequer Bond.
　　
　　I shall not want Society in Heaven,
　　Lucretia Borgia shall be my Bride;
　　Her anecdotes will be more amusing
　　Than Pipit's experience could provide.
　　
　　I shall not want Pipit in Heaven:
　　Madame Blavatsky will instruct me
　　In the Seven Sacred Trances;
　　Piccarda de Donati will conduct me...
　　......
　　But where is the penny world I bought
　　To eat with Pipit behind the screen?
　　The red-eyed scavengers are creeping
　　From Kentish Town and Golder's Green;
　　
　　Where are the eagles and the trumpets?
　　
　　Buried beneath some snow-deep Alps.
　　Over buttered scones and crumpets
　　Weeping, weeping multitudes
　　Droop in a hundred A.B.C.'s