Page:Poems and lyrics of the joy of earth.djvu/31

Rh Hug himself the creature may: What he hugs is loathed decay. Crying, slip thy scales, and slough! Change will strip his armour off; Make of him who was all maw, Inly only thrilling-shrewd, Such a servant as none saw Through his days of dragonhood. Days when growling o'er his bone, Sharpened he for mine and thine; Sensitive within alone; Scaly as in clefts of pine. Change, the strongest son of Life, Has the Spirit here to wife. Lo, their young of vivid breed, Bear the lights that onward speed, Threading thickets, mounting glades, Up the verdurous colonnades, Round the fluttered curves, and down,