[Credo, and Other Poems]
How dusty it is!
In trades and creeds and politics, much wind is about and the earth is dry;
I must lay this dust, that men may see and breathe;
There is need of rain, and I am it.
[Credo, and Other Poems]
THE DYSPEPTIC
Frown, quoth my lord Stomach,
And I lowered.
Quarrel, quoth my lord Liver,