Some being born upon a stranger star
And quite unwitting of our human wants,
To come and cry at you—“Here’s fruit and wine,
Arise, eat, drink!” What were you like to do?
Why this, unless you choked him, ere you knew it,
With a half-conscious grip and crushing hug,
You’d answer:—“This is more than meat and drink!”
And slumber calmly on until the morning
That summons not the one and not the other,
Nay, but all mortals into freshened life.