I think it was a sack."
Some one applauded; then the humming drone
Was stung to louder efforts, and went on:
"They staggered down the stiff black avenue,
Hiding the sack's convulsions from the moon,
To drown its cries they feigned the shrill iouiou
Of owls, then dropped it in the swift Karûn,
Paused, and admired the view.
"The ripples took her, trying not to leap,
But, copying the uneventful sky,