105 - Becca Stevens

for many hawks are plunging

upon the summer air,

and still the mice are creeping,

and still the world is fair.

A necessary evil

is portioned to the heart;

we might as well acknowledge

the devil from the start

and know the hasty blossom

as swiftly will decay,

while others flowers are waiting

to grace a forward day.

It is foolish to have wisdom

and folly to be blind;

to see and take and question

must nourish any mind;

reserve a quiet judgement

until the heart is old,

when fewer words are needed

before the tale is told.