A child said, What is the grass? A fierce unrest seethes at the core A flock of sheep that leisurely A garden is a lovesome thing, A man said unto his angel: Afoot and light-hearted, I take Ah, if man's boast, and man's advance be vain, Ah! leave the smoke, the Alas! What boots it with un- All day with anxious heart and All honor to him who shall win All night the lone cicada Charles G. D. Roberts |