Chapter 498 No.498

"O rare, rare Earth!" he saith,

"I will praise thee presently;

Not to-day; I have no breath:

I have hunted squirrels three-

Two ran down in the furzy hollow

Where I could not see nor follow,

One sits at the top of the filbert-tree,

With a yellow nut and a mock at me:

Presently it shall be done!

When I see which way these