XII. There were no wings upon the stranger's shoulders, That, had he soared like thistledown, beholders XIII. The strange youth had a look as if he might Have trod far planets where the atmosphere (Of nobler temper) steeps the face with light, Just as our skins are tanned and freckled here; His hair was that of a cosmopolite In the wide universe from sphere to sphere; XIV. Both saints began to unfold their tales at once, Both wished their tales, like simial ones, prehensile, That they might seize his ear; fool! knave! and dunce ! Flew zigzag back and forth, like strokes of pencil In a child's fingers; voluble as duns, They jabbered like the stones on that immense hill XV. In general those who nothing have to say They drone it, groan it, whisper it and shout it, XVI Our saints had practised for some thirty years; Their talk, beginning with a single stem, Spread like a banyan, sending down live piers, Germs of yet new migrations; once by the ears, XVII. Each had a theory that the human ear They showed some knowledge of the general head), Auricular canal or raceway to be fed All day and night, in sunshine and in shower, XVIII. The present being a peculiar case, Each with unwonted zeal the other scouted, Pished, pshawed, poohed, horribled, bahed, jeered, sneered, flouted, Sniffed, nonsensed, infideled, fudged, with his face Looked scorn too nicely shaded to be shouted, And, with each inch of person and of vesture, XIX. At length, when their breath's end was come about, XX. "Produce! says Nature,-what have you produced? A new straitwaistcoat for the human mind; Are you not limbed, nerved, jointed, arteried, juiced As other men? yet, faithless to your kind, Rather like noxious insects you are used To puncture life's fair fruit, beneath the rind Laying your creed-eggs whence in time there spring Consumers new to eat and buzz and sting. XXI. "Work! you have no conception how 'twill sweeten Your views of Life and Nature, God and Man; Had you been fr:ced to earn what you have eaten, XXII. "Of all the useless beings in creation The earth could spare most easily you bakers Of little clay gods, formed in shape and fashion Why, it would almost move a saint to passion, XXIII. "Of God's existence, one's digestion's worse- XXIV. "This, I perceive, has been your occupation; And that, too, something more than mist and murk." XXV. So having said, the youth was seen no more, A rotting tree-trunk!" "I would square that score Full soon," replied the Dervise, "could I cross over And catch thee by the beard! Thy nails I'd trim And make thee work, as was advised by him." XXVI. "Work? Am I not at work from morn till night Sounding the deeps of oracles umbilical Which for man's guidance never come to light, With all their various aptitudes, until I call ?" "And I, do I not twirl from left to right For conscience sake? Is that no work? Thou silly gull, He had thee in his eye; 'twas Gabriel Sent to reward my faith, I know him well." XXVII. ""Twas Vishnu, thou vile whirligig!" and so The good old quarrel was begun anew; One would have sworn the sky was black as sloe, Had but the other dared to call it blue; Nor were the followers who fed them slow XXVIII. At last some genius built a bridge of boats And came back, giving thanks for such fat mercies, XXIX. All gone except their saint's religious hops, For the inner man, were not enough to nourish Reserve in such sad junctures, and turns currish; XXX. At first he pledged a miracle quite boldly, Till soon the whole machine of saintship grated, Ran slow, creaked, stopped, and, wishing him in Tophet, They gathered strength enough to stone the prophet. XXXI. Some stronger ones contrived (by eating leather, |