Of their faint gleams, and noises from without,
And higher and lower; life is life enough.”
Then swaggering half a hair’s-breath hungrily,
He seized upon an atom of bug, and fed.
One was a tattered monad, called a poet,
And with a shrill voice ecstatic thus he sang:
“Oh, little female monad’s lips!
Oh, little female monad’s eyes!
Ah, the little, little, female, female monad!”
The last was a strong-minded monadess,