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- TWO SONGS OF A FOOL
- I
- A SPECKLED cat and a tame hare
- Eat at my hearthstone
- And sleep there;
- And both look up to me alone
- For learning and defence
- As I look up to providence.
- I start out of my sleep to think
- Some day I may forget
- Their food and drink;
- Or, the house door left unshut,
- The hare may run till it's found
- The horn's sweet note and the tooth of the hound.
- I bear a burden that might well try
- Men that do all by rule,
- And what can I
- That am a wandering-witted fool
- But pray to God that He ease
- My great responsibilities?
- I slept on my three-legged stool by thc fire.
- The speckled cat slept on my knee;
- We never thought to enquire
- Where the brown hare might be,
- And whether the door were shut.
- Who knows how she drank the wind
- Stretched up on two legs from the mat,
- Before she had settled her mind
- To drum with her heel and to leap?
- Had I but awakened from sleep
- And called her name, she had heard.
- It may be, and had not stirred,
- That now, it may be, has found
- The horn's sweet note and the tooth of the hound.
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- ANOTHER SONG OF A FOOL
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- THIS great purple butterfly,
- In the prison of my hands,
- Has a learning in his eye
- Not a poor fool understands.
- Once he lived a schoolmaster
- With a stark, denying look;
- A string of scholars went in fear
- Of his great birch and his great book.
- Like the clangour of a bell,
- Sweet and harsh, harsh and sweet.
- That is how he learnt so well
- To take the roses for his meat.
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