Hall, Aperlal! In Revarlal Mim.iis, iiü...

Hall, Aperlal! In Revarlal Mim.iis, iiüli ; oh munth imperial ! Ah, well, I smell The brash-plle ín my nrigUior' dell ! I greet Tne sweet Sceat of the burnlng boots Id the bonflres Id the street. I glans AHkans At the cana Flung lato my yard by the nelghborlng clans. Oíd boues Aod stones, Whlch nolKxly owns ; And scraps of tln. And shattered barrels wltli tbelr heads caved Ín And i'HHt-oil Kiirmcnts ia vtleas sin, These lie In my path wlth nameiss fear - Thlngs you can see wlth your nose, loud sraells that you can hear. Tell me, in number more or leas clear, That sprint; 1 here. Klght on tiils mundano xphere.