My mind is challenged by the chatter of the ants,
they scurry around in search of their master,
perturbing me and driving me mad.
They use their special communication forms,
...
Oh! who shall dare in this frail scene
On holiest happiest thoughts to lean,
On Friendship, Kindred, or on Love?
Since not Apostles' hands can clasp
Each other in so firm a grasp
But they shall change and variance prove.