Poems with rhymes of slime

Well might the Dead who struggled in the slime
Rise and deride this sepulchre of crime.

Poison in thyme covered in Slime
Silly me ! is That a crime?

He told me he’d been having a bloody time
In trenches, crouching for the crumps to burst,
While squeaking rats scampered across the slime

His little lips are bright with slime.
The music swells. The women shiver.
And all the while, in perfect time,

They have wakened the timeless Things; they have killed their father Time
Joining hands in the gloom, a league from the last of the sun.
Hush! Men talk to-day o'er the waste of the ultimate slime,

But somewhere, beyond Space and Time.
Is wetter water, slimier slime!

Only here from lakes of slime
Drinks manticor and bides due time:

To pass your Leisure Time
In Cleanly Merriment, and turn
From Mud and Ooze and Slime

In the sad November time,
When the leaf has left the lime,
And the Cam, with sludge and slime,

That might have oppressed the dragons of old time
Crunching and groping in the abysmal slime,

As over Shinar's brick and slime,
One vast forgetfulness is roll'd -
Where are the cities of old time?

Out of the slime,
A little rust,
And a little lime.

All unregarded from that early time
Till in a recent storm it filled with slime.

(But oh, I thought, it's harder every time,
After a home that seems like Paradise,
To go back to the vermin and the slime,

As well might they forsake their clime
of virgin green and blue, to creep
in cities where our tears are slime,

Holds drowned men embedded in its slime;
The ninety eat their bread of death and crime,

Bequeath him the weapons of crime?
Can we look for a glass of pure water
Dipped up from a fountain of slime?

Dark-heaving; boundless, endless and sublime-
The image of eternity-the throne
Of the invisible; even from out thy slime

And chained him thousand years of time,
Need never fear the boa's frown,
Though loathsome in his spite and slime.

In the raw, red womb of Time
Man evolved from cosmic slime;