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BUZZ!
‘My name,’ quoth the man, ‘is Fine Ear; I can hear all the noises in the world, and all that is spoken therein.’—
Grimm's Fairy Tales.
I HEARD the steeples pouring forth
Their storm-bells' roaring din,
And the songs of merry companies
As they sat so snug within;
The measured tread of armies proud,
The dash of the restless sea,
‘And it's buzz!’ quoth the world, as on she whirled;
And away with the world went we.
Their storm-bells' roaring din,
And the songs of merry companies
As they sat so snug within;
The measured tread of armies proud,
The dash of the restless sea,
‘And it's buzz!’ quoth the world, as on she whirled;
And away with the world went we.
I heard a martyr at the stake
Groan out, ‘In Domino!’
I heard five infants squall at night,
While cats yelled out below;
I heard a preacher pounding texts
To a godly companie,
‘And it's buzz!’ quoth the world, as on she whirled;
And away with the world went we.
Groan out, ‘In Domino!’
I heard five infants squall at night,
While cats yelled out below;
I heard a preacher pounding texts
To a godly companie,
‘And it's buzz!’ quoth the world, as on she whirled;
And away with the world went we.
I heard a dainty cavalier
Sing to his ladye love,
While fountains in the moon-rays plashed,
And the lady sighed above;
And I heard the click of cold white dice
With curses pealing free,
‘And it's buzz!’ quoth the world, as on she whirled,
And away with the world went we.
Sing to his ladye love,
While fountains in the moon-rays plashed,
And the lady sighed above;
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With curses pealing free,
‘And it's buzz!’ quoth the world, as on she whirled,
And away with the world went we.
I heard a swan's sweet dying song,
I heard the tempest's breath;
I heard a lady thrash her lord
(And she thrashed him half to death);
I heard a scholar turning leaves;
The scream of an angry flea.
‘And its buzz!’ quoth the world, as on she whirled;
And away with the world went we.
I heard the tempest's breath;
I heard a lady thrash her lord
(And she thrashed him half to death);
I heard a scholar turning leaves;
The scream of an angry flea.
‘And its buzz!’ quoth the world, as on she whirled;
And away with the world went we.
Yes—music, thunder, growls, and groans,
With shouts and shots in store,
While powder-mills exploded fast—
But I could bear no more.
I stopped my ears—I howled a prayer,
And swooned in agony,
‘And it's buzz!’ quoth the world, as on she whirled;
And away with the world went we.
With shouts and shots in store,
While powder-mills exploded fast—
But I could bear no more.
I stopped my ears—I howled a prayer,
And swooned in agony,
‘And it's buzz!’ quoth the world, as on she whirled;
And away with the world went we.
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