I wandered lonely  in my shroud

I wandered lonely  in my shroud

That boats stopped by with whales all filled

When all at once I saw a pound

A burst, of  folded unpaid bills

Beside the cake, beneath my knees,

Fluttering and dancing or they freeze

Continuous as the cars that wind

And  mangle up the stinking way,

They  charged us never-ending fines

Along the argument mof days

Ten thousand saw I all at once,

Tossing the  cheques into the Bank

The graves beside them once were paved

And did the  have nots  recite   free

A poet could not but be floored

In such good bottled rcompany:

Amazed—and mazed—but little fought

What wealth the show to me had brought

For oft, when with my pouch I fly

To shopping in expensive mood,

Teeth gnash upon that timid  cry

Which is the hissed beatitude

And then I write my garbled will

And prance till all the garden fills