I
“You on the tower of my factory—
What do you see up there?
Do you see Enjoyment with wide wings
Advancing to reach me here?”
—“Yea; I see Enjoyment with wide wings
Advancing to reach you here.”
II
“Good. Soon I’ll come and ask you
To tell me again thereon . . .
Well, what is he doing now? Hoi, there!”
—“He still is flying on.”
“Ah, waiting till I have full-finished.
Good. Tell me again anon . . .
III
“Hoi, Watchman! I’m here. When comes he?
Between my sweats I am chill.”
—“Oh, you there, working still?
Why, surely he reached you a time back,
And took you miles from your mill?
He duly came in his winging,
And now he has passed out of view.
How can it be that you missed him?
He brushed you by as he flew.”
THE INTERLOPER
“And I saw the figure and visage of Madness seeking for a home.”
There are three folk driving in a quaint old chaise,
And the cliff-side track looks green and fair;
I view them talking in quiet glee
As they drop down towards the puffins’ lair
By the roughest of ways;
But another with the three rides on, I see,
Whom I like not to be there!
No: it’s not anybody you think of. Next
A dwelling appears by a slow sweet stream
Where two sit happy and half in the dark:
They read, helped out by a frail-wick’d gleam,
Some rhythmic text;
But one sits with them whom they don’t mark,
One I’m wishing could not be there.