And in a little—a French touch in that.
Baptiste drew back and squinted at it, pleased;
“See how she’s cock her head!”
THE GRINDSTONE
Having a wheel and four legs of its own
Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone
To get it anywhere that I can see.
These hands have helped it go, and even race;
Not all the motion, though, they ever lent,
Not all the miles it may have thought it went,