To Fliss,
It’s enormously late in N.Y.C., to my bed now I must flee.
I’m sorry I can’t scan everything here, apologies due from me.
But this I know, I know and I haven’t forgot:
The ends of the lines are where the bells ring, or don’t.
A very very very quick read of the hexameter gives me satisfaction with these line ends:
Steel’s deck
vane hat
them joy
bells chime
Best,
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