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every crevice;
- we have never twined us
- like wreaths round fruitage.
PEER
- Not in vain your birth, however;-
- lie but still and serve as manure.
A SIGHING IN THE AIR
- We are songs;
- thou shouldst have sung us!-
- a thousand times over
- hast thou cowed us and smothered us.
- Down in thy heart's pit
- we have lain and waited;-
- we were never called forth.
- In thy gorge be poison!
PEER
- Poison thee, thou foolish stave!
- Had I time for verse and stuff?
- [Attempts a short cut.]
DEWDROPS [dripping from the branches].
- We are tears
- unshed for ever.
- Ice-spears, sharp-wounding,
- we could have melted.
- Now the barb rankles
- in the shaggy bosom;-
- the wound is closed over;
- our power is ended.
PEER
- Thanks;-I wept in Ronde-cloisters,-
- none the less they tied the tail on!
BROKEN STRA
