Page:Poems, chiefly lyrical.pdf/17

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page has been validated.
THE "HOW" AND THE "WHY."
13
And the great bird sits on the opposite bough,
And stares in his face and shouts, "how? how?'
And the black owl scuds down the mellow twilight,
And chaunts, "how? how?" the whole of the night.

Why the life goes when the blood is spilt?
What the life is? where the soul may lie?
Why a church is with a steeple built;
And a house with a chimneypot?
Who will riddle me the how and the what?
Who will riddle me the what and the why?