I can never set him down over against me,
He clings to my shoulders always—
I know not even his face.
Then I say to him, "Thou unknown one!"
And he answers me, "Thou accurst!"
Go not over the little bridge,
It is too old.
The trees that have been felled lie on the earth
And the birds that still would perch upon their boughs
Must fly very close to earth..