B E E L Z E B U' S M A R R I A G E
english version by Eleonora Heger Vita
With blackest moss the flower-plots
Were thickly crusted, one and all:
The rusted nails fell from the knots
That held the pear to the gable-wall.
The broken sheds look'd sad and strange:
Unlifted was the clinking latch;
Weeded and worn the ancient thatch
Upon the lonely moated grange.
She only said, ' My life is dreary,
He cometh not,' she said;
She said, 'I am aweary, aweary,
I would that I were dead!
Alfred Tennyson - Mariana
Long ago once in his life
He felt an itching in his head
Getting married what a scream!
The sky above was white and blue
The Archdevil licked his finger
This is a dream of pure delight
Like a beautiful proud dove
For I am both noble and sage
Now Beelzebub mad with elation