William Butler Yeats, 'He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved'

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He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved,
And Wishes For The End Of The World

Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?
I have been changed to a hound with one red ear;
I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns,
For somebody hid hatred and hope and desire and fear
Under my feet that they follow you night and day.
A man with a hazel wand came without sound;
He changed me suddenly; I was looking another way;
And now my calling is but the calling of a hound;
And Time and Birth and Change are hurrying by.
I would that the Boar without bristles had come from the West
And had rooted the sun and moon and stars out of the sky
And lay in the darkness, grunting, and turning to his rest.

by William Butler Yeats

"The Monkeys and the Crocodile", by Laura E. Richards

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The Monkeys and the Crocodile

by Laura Elizabeth Richards

Five little monkeys

Swinging from a tree;

Teasing Uncle Crocodile,

Merry as can be.

Swinging high, swinging low,

Swinging left and right:

" Dear Uncle Crocodile,

Come and take a bite! "

( Five little monkeys / Swinging in the air... )