““Beauty! Art! Wit! Wonderment! Humility! Arrogance! Style! Virtue! Decency! Patience! And all the others, Gone, trampled by the Newly-polished jack boots Of the clog-suited society. I'm a stranger here, from Another planet; Not spotted yet, but Getting peculiar stares> Forbidden entrance to All the places where Air remains, Where green is true and water unmolested. In any other time, (Excepting Attila's) I'd be a hero. Why, they'd even name An alley after me And put a blotting-paper Plaque on all my doors. Not because I was great But because I insisted on All the words and ways rejected by Those who wait ferally In the ancient trees.””
