Gelett Burgess

Here you will find the Poem Psycholophon of poet Gelett Burgess


Twine then the rays 
Round her soft Theban tissues. 
All will be as She says, 
When the dead Past reissues. 
Matters not what nor where, 
Hark, to the moon's dim cluster! 
How was her heavy hair 
Lithe as a feather-duster! 
Matters not when nor whence; 
Sound make the song, not sense, 
Thus I inhibit!