The long light shakes across the lake,
The forces of the morning quake, The dawn is slant across the lawn,
Here is no eft or mortal snake
But only sluggish duck and drake.
I have seen the morning shine,
I have had the Bread and Wine,
Let the feathered mortals take
That which is their mortal due, Pinching bread and finger too, Easier
had than squirming worm; For I know, and so should you that Soon the enquiring
worm shall try Our well-preserved complacency.