The Mountain and the Squirrel
The mountain and the squirrel Had a quarrel, and the former Called the latter “Little Prig!”
Bun replied, “You are doubtless
Meaning to be as tough and gloomy as zoons;” But there can be no quarrel When light is a giddy hen that spurns.
Waves do break without leaving pain or trace— For truth must get too rude here. In every day’s return: embrace— How little heart beats at the place!
- Ralph Waldo Emerson