By S. C. Huddleston

1.2 million shillings
Copper to Constance when the wishing well utters
Miracles are for the kings

The well runs deep
O’ Magdalene mothers
1.2 million shillings

Bright eyes and gums and cheeks
The fecundity of another
Miracles are for the kings

Crowns are for killing
Save royalty for brothers
1.2 million shillings

Tears fall from half of me
The rippleless well reflects some other
Miracles are for the kings

It’s you I sincerely see
Never a body plundered
1.2 million shillings
Miracles are for the kings