Chapter IV.
Three green chipmunks have all turned blue!
The elephant smiles a peaceful smile,
And lifts off a tree-trunk sans haste or guile.
"Seize him, seize him! He's stealing our tree!
We're undone, undone," shriek the chipmunks three.
The elephant calmly upraised his trunk,
And said, "Did I hear a green chipmunk?"
"Chippy, you're blue!" "So're you!" "So're you!"
Philadelphia, December, 1895.
GERMINAL
(The last word of Angiolillo.)
And hard the steel that cuts, and hot the breath
Of the great Oxen, straining flanks and bowing
Beneath his goad, who guides the share of Death.
And stern and white the sower flings the seed
He shall not gather, though full swift the growing;
Straight down Death's furrow treads, and does not heed.
Far up the Field of Mars in gleaming files;
With wild war notes the bursting earth is ringing.
London, October, 1897.