Black Riders came from the sea.There was clang and clang of spear and shield,And clash and clash of hoof and heel,Wild shouts and the wave of hairIn the rush upon the wind:Thus the ride of Sin.
Three little birds in a rowSat musing.A man passed near that place.Then did the little birds nudge each other.They said, "He thinks he can sing."They threw back their heads to laugh,With quaint countenancesThey regarded him.They were very curious,Those three little birds in a row.
In the desertI saw a creature, naked, bestial,Who, squatting upon the ground,Held his heart in his hands,And ate of it.I said, "Is it good, friend?""It is bitter--bitter," he answered;"But I like itBecause it is bitter,And because it is my heart."