The Sow's Ear
The sow's ear Is now more valuable than the silk purse, Nature than art, the silk-worm than the silk. The breast now swelling with tomorrow's milk Signifies hope, and the young eyes averse From any fear.
So the bud too Promises silently the future flower; The chrysalis in winter in its sleep Marks out the place of wings. Nature may keep Her undertakings in another hour: So may not you.
The race which came To Eve by Adam has another plan: Corrupt the garden and destroy the seed. Its work is almost done, the former need Translated into all that pleases man.
The hunted game Shrinks and the leaf That once hid Adam's shame dies on the The rivers die, the seas. are empty now. The fish lie stranded, and upon the boug The fruit is only shadow, and we see Our time is brief: C. H. Sisson
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