Why do you batter down the walls of my house?
I shouted to one as I Stood on the top of my roof.
He Stopped his battering and said with an air of reproof;
I always hated you because you Stand aloof,
And because you sit drinking wine in the shadow of the boughs.
At that there arose a clamour of the crows
And all the air was darkened with their wings,
I lifted the wine to my lips in a heavenly drowse.
And then I cast off all thought of material things.
So he that hated the clamour of the crows
Stopped, slept, and left off battering at my house.
