the Cambridge ladies who live in furnished souls

    are unbeautiful and have comfortable minds

    （also， with the church's protestant blessings¹

    daughters， unscented shapeless spirited）

    they believe in Christ and Longfellow，both dead，

    are invariably interested in so many things-

    at the present writing one still finds

    delighted fingers knitting for the is it Poles？

    perhaps.   While permanent faces coyly bandy

    scandal of Mrs. N and Professor D

    ……the Cambridge ladies do not care，above

    Cambridge if sometimes in its box of

    sky lavender and cornerless， the

    moon rattles like a fragment of angry candy