When the flicker of London sun falls faint on the Club-room's green and gold, The sons of Adam sit them down and scratch with their pens in the mould They scratch with their pens in the mould of their graves, and the ink and the anguish start, For the Devil mutters behind the leaves: "It's pretty, but is it Art?" Now, if we could win to the Eden Tree where the Four Great Rivers flow, And the Wreath of Eve is red on the turf as she left it long ago, And if we could come when the sentry slept and softly scurry through, By the favour of God we might know as much-as our father Adam knew! THE LEGEND OF EVIL I THIS is the sorrowful story Told when the twilight fails And the monkeys walk together Holding their neighbours' tails: "Our fathers lived in the forest, "Our fathers frisked in the millet, Our fathers skipped in the wheat, Our fathers hung from the branches, Our fathers danced in the street. "Then came the terrible farmers, "Set them to work in the cornland With ploughs and sickles and flails, Put them in mud-walled prisons And-cut off their beautiful tails! "Now, we can watch our fathers, Sullen and bowed and old, Stooping over the millet, Sharing the silly mould, "Driving a foolish furrow, "We may not speak to our fathers, For if the farmers knew They would come up to the forest This is the horrible story Told as the twilight fails II 'Twas when the rain fell steady an' the Ark was pitched an' ready, That Noah got his orders for to take the bastes below; He dragged them all together by the horn an' hide. an' feather, An' all excipt the Donkey was agreeable to go. Thin Noah spoke him fairly, thin talked to him sevarely, An' thin he cursed him squarely to the glory av the "Divil take the ass that bred you, and the greater ass that fed you Divil go wid you, ye spalpeen!" an' the Donkey went aboard. But the wind was always failin', an' 'twas most onaisy sailin', An' the ladies in the cabin couldn't stand the stable air; An' the bastes betwuxt the hatches, they tuk an' died in batches, Till Noah said: "There's wan av us that hasn't paid his fare!" For he heard a flusteration 'mid the bastes av all creation The trumpetin' av elephints an' bellowin' av whales; An' he saw forninst the windy whin he wint to stop the shindy The Divil wid a stable-fork bedivillin' their tails. The Divil cursed outrageous, but Noah said umbra geous: "To what am I indebted for this tenant-right invasion ?" An' the Divil gave for answer: can, sir, "Evict me if you For I came in wid the Donkey-on Your Honour's invitation." |