Over the spinning Earth, then I said: “Stay—
You must not strike it, God; I’m in the way;
And I will never move from where I stand.”
He said, “Dear child, I feared that you were dead,”
And stayed His hand.
BESSIE BOBTAIL
As down the street she wambled slow,
She had not got a place to go:
She had not got a place to fall
And rest herself—no place at all.