[BNP/E3, 78 – 29-30]

The Unnatural and the

Strange

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The unnatural and the strange

Have a perfume of their own

Full of the constancy in change,

Of the smile at heart a groan:

The unnatural and the strange

Have a perfume of their own.

Flowers are they in a vase

Of no human workmanship,

The unnatural that dismays

And the strange strong as a whip:

Flowers are they in a vase

Of no human workmanship.

They have the scent of troubled peace,

Of disturbèd halls of joy,

This the scent they have, which is

A thing half to sting and cloy:

They have the scent of troubled peace

Of disturbèd halls of joy.

[30^r]

The Unnatural and the Strange – 2.

The unnatural and the strange

Have a perfume of their own –

That of human flesh, of change

Made corruption without moan:

The unnatural and the strange

Have a perfume of their own.

Alexander Search

1906. (January?)