The Donkey.

     When fishes flew and forests walked
         And figs grew upon thorn,
     Some moment when the moon was blood
         Then surely I was born.

     With monstrous head and sickening cry
         And ears like errant wings,
     The devil's walking parody
         On all four-footed things.

     The tattered outlaw of the earth,
         Of ancient crooked will;
     Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
         I keep my secret still.

     Fools! For I also had my hour;
         One far fierce hour and sweet:
     There was a shout about my ears,
         And palms before my feet.