I climbed a hill as light fell short, / And rooks came home in scramble sort, / And filled the trees and flapped and fought / And sang themselves to sleep.
I saw with open eyes/ Singing birds sweet/ Sold in the shops/ For the people to eat,/ Sold in the shops of/ Stupidity Street.// I saw in a vision/ The worm in the wheat,/ And in the shops nothing/ For people to eat;/ Nothing for sale in/ Stupidity Street.
Reason has moons, but moons not hers / Lie mirror'd on her sea, / Confounding her astronomers, / But, O! delighting me.
See an old unhappy bull, / Sick in soul and body both.
Some things have to be believed to be seen.
The handwriting on the wall may be a forgery.
Time, you old gipsy man, / Will you not stay, / Put up your caravan / Just for one day?
When stately ships are twirled and spun / Like whipping tops and help there's none / And mighty ships ten thousand ton / Go down like lumps of lead.
When stately ships are twirled and spun / Like whipping tops and help there's none / And mighty ships ten thousand ton / Go down like lumps of lead.
Without a wish, without a will, / I stood upon that silent hill / And stared into the sky until / My eyes were blind with stars and still / I stared into the sky.
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