O God!—God too
Has deceived me in everything,
In everything.
FIREFLIES IN THE CORN
A woman taunts her lover:
Look at the little darlings in the corn!
The rye is taller than you, who think yourself
So high and mighty: look how its heads are borne
Dark and proud on the sky, like a number of knights
Passing with spears and pennants and manly scorn.