Few Lines, You See, You See,

Few lines, you see, you see, I could not muster more Though I have an excuse, a reason, I assert: I have been busy out, the streets Were cold, slovenly the Pedestrian streets, their bricks untidy, And here and there small pools of rain That had been falling. Thought sublime flashed and went. Then I rolled back into my mood of discontent. I saw an insect twitching in the dirty Waters on the dirty pedestrian street: And I saw its agony and started To think again: The mood of the heavens was dark And frowning Better walk without thought, then think so drear.