A stone I died and rose again a plant;
A plant I died and rose an animal;
I died an animal and was born a man.
Why should I fear? What have I lost by death?
by Patience Worth
Who is he, becowled,
Most foreboding, seeking yon?
Surely no companion of mine!
He drones a dull page, and his utterance
Cometh forth as dust, leaving his lips dry.
His eyes are heavy with seeing.
