There, on a branch, he stands alone, And, dangling from his knotted claws, His prize -- a little, trembling eye! Shall we exult at last, To see this power -- that once was Earth's -- No longer held by any sky? The power that once was Heaven's is changed, It comes to Earth, it comes to Earth -- What mercy shall we show! Our leaves, our common leaves have caught The Sun's great eye, all shrunk and small -- And gives it to that old, black crow! |