While we remain uninjured.
(Answer: "The two knives of a pair of scissors.")
As to their skill in reflective and descriptive poetry, let the following specimens show:
NIGHT-THOUGHTS.
Will night already spread her wings and weave
Her dusky robes about the day's bright form,
Boldly the sun's fair countenance displacing,
And swathe it with her shadow in broad day?
So a green wreath of mist enrings the moon,
Till envious clouds do quite encompass her.