Would that I were a humming bee,
And could fly to thy cave,
Creeping through the ivy
And the fern, with which
Thou art covered in. Now
I know Cupid a powerful god.
by Herman Melville
If Luther's day expand to Darwin's year,
Shall that exclude the hope — foreclose the fear?
Unmoved by all the claims our times avow,
The ancient Sphinx still keeps the porch of shade