in pretty letters turns out Herr Bibliothekarius
is some sort of machine that can imagine
every conscience, or, more prettily than servants
could turn,
he's a close cut of glass
that broke the Wish Key,
THIS IS but to exaggerate the situation --
situation having stopped Sunday anyway
in the Swedenborgian correspondences, you are, Herr
Bib, the companion of nothing, back-speaking human!
BUT THERE you have servants - they make pretty replies
turning pretty letters, &, reading sugar, are sugar-pretty
