In Uncertainty to a Lady by Aldous 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 …?

More from Aldous Huxley:

• Variations on a Theme of Laforgue
• Villiers de L’Isle-Adam
• Vision
• Waking
• Winter Dream
• The Two Seasons