And here is a globe like the eye of a cat,
And this one is amber like honey; and that
Is a tear rosy red with the anger and shame
Of a king glooming down as the axe-heavers
came;
—Staring down as around him his kin roared
to earth
Midst the oaths of the swampers and Labor’s
rude mirth.
That tear of the spruce, may it go to the pearls