Little voices called in the darkness:
‘Good-bye! Good-bye!’
Then I stretched forth my arms.
‘No — no — ‘
There came whisperings in the wind
‘Good-bye! Good-bye!’
Little voices called in the darkness:
‘Good-bye! Good-bye!’
Little voices called in the darkness:
‘Good-bye! Good-bye!’
Then I stretched forth my arms.
‘No — no — ‘
There came whisperings in the wind
‘Good-bye! Good-bye!’
Little voices called in the darkness:
‘Good-bye! Good-bye!’
Clothed all in white, and radiant.To one, finally, I made speech:‘Who art thou?’But she, like the others,Kept cowled her face,And answered in haste, anxiously,‘I am good deed, forsooth;You have often seen me.’‘Not uncowled,’ I made reply.And with rash and strong hand,Though she resisted,I drew away the veilAnd gazed at the features of vanity.She, shamefaced, went…
The march of the mountains began.As they marched, they sang,‘Aye! We come! We come!’
You are a toad.’And after I had thought of it,I said, ‘I will, then, be a toad.’
But no meat for men is in thee.Then —But, alas, we all are babes.
I say you lie;For I did see youDraw away your coatsFrom the sin upon the handsOf a little child.Liar!
One was more wise than the other.