He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.
He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.john dryden
The busy chatter of the heat Shrilled like a parakeet; And shuddering at the noonday light The dust lay dead and white As powder on a mummy's face, Or fawned with simian grace Round booths with many a hard bright toy And wooden brittle joy: The cap and bells of Time the Clown That, jangling, whistled down Young cherubs hidden in the guise Of every bird that flies; And star-bright masks for youth to wear, Lest any dream that fare Bright pilgrim past our ken, should see Hints of Reality.edith sitwell
The wind swept, cold and pure, cut against our faces whistled in our ears filled our eyes with tears, but all unheeded as we gazed at the marvel stretched before us. For all doubts faded and fears were dispelled as before us stretched immortality, purification, a revelation of the world as God sees it, where no man has stepped to mar it.
He trudg'd along, unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.john dryden