Once in the Workshop, ages ago,
The clay was wet and the fire was low.
And He who was bent on fashioning man
Moulded a shape from a clod,
And put the loyal heart therein;
While another stood watching by.
“What's that?” said Beelzebub.
“A lover,” said God.
And Beelzebub frowned, for he knew that kind.
And then God fashioned a fellow shape
As lithe as a willow rod,
And gave it the merry roving eye
And the range of the open road.
“What's that?” said Beelzebub.
“A vagrant,” said God.
And Beelzebub smiled, for he knew that kind.
And last of all God fashioned a form,
And gave it, what was odd,
The loyal heart and the roving eye;
And he whistled, light of care.
“What's that?” said Beelzebub.
“A poet,” said God.
And Beelzebub frowned, for he did not know.
In The Workshop
Bliss Carman And Richard Hovey
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