And darts a flickering tongue; it is most clear
In the lark’s throat; among the grasses here,
That couch the ant, it turns a tiny eye
Around the darkness; scampers and is shy
In the scared rabbit; through the murmuring air
Wheels with the beetle, and, where heaven is bare,
Southward with the wild crane at summer’s close,
Hungering, an eternal pilgrim goes
On quests implacable. And from the eyes
Of the poised panther gleam the cruelties