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By all the published facts in the case,
Children belong to the human race.

Equipped with consciousness, passions, pulse,
They even grow up and become adults.

So why's the resemblance, moral or mental,
Of children to people so coincidental?

Upright out of primordial dens,
Homo walked and was sapiens.

But rare as leviathans or auks
Is — male or female — the child who walks.

He runs, he gallops, he crawls, he pounces,
Flies, leaps, stands on his head, or bounces,

By a peninsula the wanderer sat and sketched
The uneven valley graves. While the apostle gave
Alms to the meek the volcano burst
With sulphur and aureate rocks …
For joy rides in stupendous coverings
Luring the living into spiritual gates.

Orators follow the universe
And radio the complete laws to the people.
The apostle conveys thought through discipline.
Bowls and cups fill historians with adorations,—
Dull lips commemorating spiritual gates.

The wanderer later chose this spot of rest

SONNET IV.

A S slowly wanders thy forsaken stream,
W ENBECK ! the mossy-scatter'd rocks among,
In fancy's ear still making plaintive song
To the dark woods above: ah! sure I seem
To meet some friendly Genius in the gloom,
And in each breeze a pitying voice I hear
Like sorrow's sighs upon misfortune's tomb.
Ah! soothing are your quiet scenes — the tear

Buwayb
Buwayb
Bells of a tower lost in the sea bed
dusk in the trees, water in the jars
spilling rain bells
crystals melting with a sigh
“Buwayb ah Buwayb,”
and a longing in my blood darkens
for you Buwayb,
river of mine, forlorn as the rain.
I want to run in the dark
gripping my fists tight
carrying the longing of a whole year
in each finger, like someone bringing you
gifts of wheat and flowers.
I want to peer across the crests of the hills,
catch sight of the moon

The Butterfly's Ball and the Grasshopper's Feasts
Excited the spleen of the birds and the beasts:
For their mirth and good cheer—of the Bee was the theme,
And the Gnat blew his horn, as he danced in the beam;
'Twas hummed by the Beetle, 'twas buzzed by the Fly,
And sung by the myriads that sport through the sky.
The quadrupeds listened with sullen displeasure,
But the tenants of air were enraged beyond measure.

The Peacock displayed his bright plumes to the sun,
And, addressing his mates, thus indignant begun:

The butterfly, an idle thing,
Nor honey makes, nor yet can sing,
— As do the bee and bird;
Nor does it, like the prudent ant,
Lay up the grain for times of want,
— A wise and cautious hoard.

My youth is but a summer's day:
Then like the bee and ant I'll lay
— A store of learning by;
And though from flower to flower I rove,
My stock of wisdom I'll improve,
— Nor be a butterfly.

Buttercups golden and gay,
Sway in the wind all day.
They tickle the nose of the cow as she goes,
And they call to the bees, " Come away. "

Buttercups and daisies —
Oh the pretty flowers,
Coming ere the springtime
To tell of sunny hours.
While the trees are leafless,
While the fields are bare,
Buttercups and daisies
Spring up here and there.

Ere the snowdrop peepeth,
Ere the crocus bold,
Ere the early primrose
Opes its paly gold,
Somewhere on a sunny bank
Buttercups are bright;
Somewhere 'mong the frozen grass
Peeps the daisy white.

Little hardy flowers
Like to children poor,

But you can Life upon the Poor bestow,
Without return like Life's First Giver too;
Nay, like the Great Physician of the Soul,
Do good against our Wills, our Fates control;
In your self you, what is most hard to do,
By those, whom of your Faculty, we know,
All evils cure of your Profession too;
Pride's Tympany, Hydropic Avarice
Against which, few can give themselves Advice;
Unlike them, you make Patients ne'er endure,
Less Danger, Pain, from their Disease than Cure;
We both serve the same Saving Deity,

" But who art thou, with curious beauty graced,
O woman, stamped with some bright heavenly seal?
Why go thy feet on wings, and in such haste? "

" I am that maid whose secret few may steal,
Called Opportunity. I hasten by
Because my feet are treading on a wheel,

" Being more swift to run than birds to fly.
And rightly on my feet my wings I wear,
To blind the sight of those who track and spy;

" Rightly in front I hold my scattered hair
To veil my face, and down my breast to fall,