Mount me on high, O soul,
Expand me my desires,
So shall I clasp in love
Even the heavenly fires!
EDGELL RICKWORD
COMPLAINT OF A TADPOLE CONFINED IN A JAM-JAR
What reveries of far-off days
These withered plaques of duck-weed raise!
The creeping wretches, the crowded pond,
A death in life, no Culture, no Beyond.
Light and No-light in dull routine;
Thought and No-thought two shades of green.
The fair ideals all creatures need
Smothered beneath the inferior weed.
For highest aspirations stop
With breathing, at the water’s top.