O Hollow Hollow Hollow

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h3>OH, HOLLOW! HOLLOW! HOLLOW!</h3> <p>"OH, HOLLOW! HOLLOW! HOLLOW!"<br/> <br/> What time the poet hath hymned<br/> The writhing maid, lithe-limbed,<br/> Quivering on amaranthine asphodel,<br/> How can he paint her woes,<br/> Knowing, as well he knows,<br/> That all can be set right with calomel?<br/> <br/> When from the poet's plinth<br/> The amorous colocynth<br/> Yearns for the aloe, faint with rapturous thrills,<br/> How can he hymn their throes<br/> Knowing, as well he knows,<br/> That they are only uncompounded pills?<br/> <br/> Is it, and can it be,<br/> Nature hath this decree,<br/> Nothing poetic in the world shall dwell?<br/> Or that in all her works<br/> Something poetic lurks,<br/> Even in colocynth and calomel?<br/> I cannot tell.<br/> <br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />