text: Moonmoth and grasshopper that flee our page
  And still wing on, untarnished of the name
  We pinion to your bodies to assuage
  Our envy of your freedomwe must maim
  
  Because we are usurpers, and chagrined
  And take the wing and scar it in the hand.
  Names we have, even, to clap on the wind;
  But we must die, as you, to understand.
  
  I dreamed that all men dropped their names, and sang
  As only they can praise, who build their days
  With fin and hoof, with wing and sweetened fang
  Struck free and holy in one Name always.