All
creatures
that have reason
doubt.
doubt.
Yeats
[_The CHILDREN begin to cry and run away.
_]
Why are you afraid? I will teach you better--no, I will never teach you
again. Go to your mother! no, she will not be able to teach them. . . .
Help them, O God! . . . The grains are going very quickly. There is very
little sand in the uppermost glass. Somebody will come for me in a
moment; perhaps he is at the door now!
All creatures that have reason
doubt. O that the grass and the plants could speak! Somebody has said
that they would wither if they doubted. O speak to me, O grass blades!
O fingers of God's certainty, speak to me! You are millions and you
will not speak. I dare not know the moment the messenger will come for
me. I will cover the glass. [_He covers it and brings it to the desk.
Sees the FOOL, who is sitting by the door playing with some flowers
which he has stuck in his hat. He has begun to blow a dandelion-head. _]
What are you doing?
FOOL.
Wait a moment. [_He blows. _] Four, five, six.
Why are you afraid? I will teach you better--no, I will never teach you
again. Go to your mother! no, she will not be able to teach them. . . .
Help them, O God! . . . The grains are going very quickly. There is very
little sand in the uppermost glass. Somebody will come for me in a
moment; perhaps he is at the door now!
All creatures that have reason
doubt. O that the grass and the plants could speak! Somebody has said
that they would wither if they doubted. O speak to me, O grass blades!
O fingers of God's certainty, speak to me! You are millions and you
will not speak. I dare not know the moment the messenger will come for
me. I will cover the glass. [_He covers it and brings it to the desk.
Sees the FOOL, who is sitting by the door playing with some flowers
which he has stuck in his hat. He has begun to blow a dandelion-head. _]
What are you doing?
FOOL.
Wait a moment. [_He blows. _] Four, five, six.
