"Ah," he cried at last, "it is useless! we cannot play together."
"Ah," wept the butterfly, "we cannot play together."
"Boy Blue," said the farmer, brushing aside the long grass, "you were asleep."
"Asleep!" said the little boy, jumping up; "I couldn't have been. I heard every word the fish and the butterfly said."[Contents]
The indescribable—
Here it is done;
The woman soul
Leadeth us upward and on.
—From Goethe's "Faust."