ANTHOLOGY OF MASSACHUSETTS POETS (40)

    THEY wrapped my soul in eiderdown； They placed me warm and snug In carved chair； set me with care Upon an old prayer rug.

    They cased my feet in golden shoes That hurt at toe and heel； My restless feet, with youth all fleet, Nor asked how they might feel.

    And now they wonder where I am, And search with shrill, cold cry； But I crouch low where tall reeds grow, And smile as they pass by！