In Uncertainty To A Lady By Aldous Leonard Huxley

    I am not one of those who sip,
    Like a quotidian bock,
    Cheap idylls from a languid lip
    Prepared to yawn or mock.

    I wait the indubitable word,
    The great Unconscious Cue.
    Has it been spoken and unheard?
    Spoken, perhaps, by you …?