Thou seest and wilt not cover thine eyes; thou dost stand at the
casement on a dewy morning, and sentimentalize over the birds that flit
by: for thou knowest a worm died in pain at each bird song, and death
sitteth in the dew; thou lookest through the rich lawn dresses of the
witch women, thou lookest through the ledger-revelries of the merchant,
thou seest quasi-religion which is hell-in-trifles before thee, thou
seest superstition black about thee,—I have a word for thee.
Come out and declare.
[_Credo, and Other Poems_]