The Mole had been working very hard all the morning, spring-cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.
Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all the ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.
That's what it's like when people have crawled very high up in a tree, then they sometimes need help to get down with ladders and ropes and other instruments.anders fogh rasmussen
Now that my ladder’s gone, I must lie down where all the ladders start In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.William Butler Yeats