I have danced in the rain -- and back dry again.
I have out stalked the whitest moth in flight.
I have looked down the greenest forest lane.
I have passed the hoot owl on his seat
And winked my eye, quite willing to explain.
I have stood still and lucked into fresh meat,
When next to me, an un-intending mouse
Climbed over some branches, and gave me a treat.
I was not sad for the mouse, nor did I begin to cry.
'Tis the law of nature. 'Tis the law of might.
O' pale judge, shiny against the sky,
Proclaimed me one with nature, neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
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