Woodlouse HWBL 03 035
2023-06-11T00:00:00Z
Woodlouse Said a poet to a woodlouse—'Thou art certainly my brother; I discern in thee the markings of the fingers of the Whole; And I recognize, in spite of all the terrene smut and smother, In the colours shaded off thee, the suggestions of a soul. 'Yea,' the poet said, 'I smell thee by some passive divination, I am satisfied with insight of the measure of thine house; What had happened I conjecture, in a blank and rhythmic passion, Had the æons thought of making thee a man, and me a louse.' (pp. 43-44). Swinburne, Algernon Charles. "The Poet and the Woodlouse." 1878. The Heptalogia, or, The Seven Against Sense . Chatto & Windus, 1880. https://archive.org/details/orseveheptalogia00swinrich
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