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And darkening in fleecy flocks
We seek the roots of trees and rocksAnd blowing thence, in summer hours,
We are the fairies of the Flowers!
I DISTINCTLY remember (and who dares doubt me?)
I shall never forget the exquisite feeling
When I twisted my tail round the wood's bough
And swung, meditatively, in the air.There's an advantage !-Fairer shapes can Aspire, yearn upward, tremble and glow, But, by means of their posteriority, apes can Look down on aspirants that walk below!
There was a life for a calm philosopher,
Self-supplied with jacket, and trousers, and socks,
Nothing to learn, no hopes to get cross over,
A head that resisted the hardest knocks,
A random income from taxes free,
To swing by the Tail to the bough of a tree!
Whence I firmly believe, to the consternation
In gradual human degeneration
And a general apely origin.
Why, the simple truth's in a nutshell or thimble,
Though it rouses the monkey in ignorant elves; And the Devil's Tail is a delicate symbol
Of apehood predominant still in ourselves.
Pure class government, family glory,
Were the delights of that happy lot;
My politics were serenely Tory,
And I claim'd old descent from God knows what: Whence I boast extraction loftier, nobler,
Than the beggarly Poets one often meets, A boast I am happy to share with the cobbler Who whisked his Tail out-to whip John Keats.
There was a life, I assever! With reasons
That lead me to scorn every star-gazing Ass; And because I loved it, at certain seasons
'Tis a pleasure to gaze in the looking-glass.