Aqaric

Dilemma

What though the moon should come
         With a blinding glow,
And the stars have a game
         On the wood's edge,
A man would have to still
         Cut and weed and sow,
And lay a white line
         When he plants a hedge.

What though God
         With a great sound of rain
Came to talk of violets
         And things people do,
I would have to labor
         And dig with my brain
Still to get a truth
         Out of all words new.

- Orrick Johns