I Worked Like A Horse And I

Let All Who Build Beware The Load, The Shock, The Pressure Material Can Bear. So, When The Buckled Girder Lets Down The Grinding Span, The Blame Of Loss, Or Murder, Is Laid Upon The Man. Not On The Stuff - The Man!

Hear And Attend And Listen; For This Befell And Behappened And Became And Was: O My Best Beloved, When The Tame Animals Were Wild.

Not Only Do Words Infect, Egotize, Narcotize, And Paralyze, But They Enter Into And Colour The Minutest Cells Of The Brain. . . .

Though Our Smoke May Hide The Heavens From Your Eyes, It Will Vanish And The Stars Will Shine Again, Because, For All Our Power And Weight And Size, We Are Nothing More Than Children Of Your Brain!

Our Loves Are Not Given, But Only Lent, At Compound Interest Of Cent Per Cent.