Fortissimo.
Snout of fly, mosquito-bill,
And kin of all conditions,
Frog in grass, and cricket-trill,—
These are the musicians!
SOLO
See the bagpipe on our track!
’Tis the soap-blown bubble:
Hear the schnecke-schnicke-schnack
Through his nostrils double!
SPIRIT, JUST GROWING INTO FORM
Spider’s foot and paunch of toad,
And little wings—we know ’em!
A little creature ’twill not be,
But yet, a little poem.
A LITTLE COUPLE
Little step and lofty leap
Through honey-dew and fragrance:
You’ll never mount the airy steep
With all your tripping vagrance.
INQUISITIVE TRAVELLER
Is’t but masquerading play?
See I with precision?
Oberon, the beauteous fay,
Meets, to-night, my vision!