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THE SHREWMOUSE

The creatures with the shining eyes
That live among the tender grass
See great stars falling down the skies
And mighty comets pass.
Torches of thought within the mind
Wave fire upon the dancing streams
Of souls that shake upon them wind
In rain of falling dreams.
The shrewmouse builds her windy nest
And laughs amid the corn:
She hath no dreams within her breast:
God smiled when she was born.