What Was Solomon's Mind?
What was Solomon's mind?
If he was wise in truth,
'Twas something hard to find
And delicate: a mouse
Tingling, and small, and smooth,
Hid in vast haunted house.
By smallness quite beset —
Stillest when most alive —
Shrinking to smaller yet
And livelier, until,
Gladly diminutive,
Still smoother, and more still,
He centres to an Eye,
A clean expectancy,
That, from the narrow black
Safe velvet of his crack,
Quivering, quiet, dumb,
Drinks up the lighted room.
If he was wise in truth,
'Twas something hard to find
And delicate: a mouse
Tingling, and small, and smooth,
Hid in vast haunted house.
By smallness quite beset —
Stillest when most alive —
Shrinking to smaller yet
And livelier, until,
Gladly diminutive,
Still smoother, and more still,
He centres to an Eye,
A clean expectancy,
That, from the narrow black
Safe velvet of his crack,
Quivering, quiet, dumb,
Drinks up the lighted room.
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