So nicely, so softly,
So happy disgrace
 |
| - ... N ... + |
Orange liquor
From Bagley dispensed
Enormously harmfull
The stomach is hell
The spirit flies dry
The conscious is dead
Intelligence on shape
The soul cries for help
My body would fly
So high, I´m so light
The stars have this night
The cup and its wineWould Auden read this?
Would Nan be for tea?
Is love on the line?
Will we be on time?
