Even while the dust moves<bR>
There rises the hidden <a href=candide.html>laughter</a><br>
Of children in the foliage<br>
Quick now, here, now, always—<br>
<a href=thepoetatdinner.html>Ridiculous</a> the <a href=sibyl.html>waste</a> sad time<br>
Stretching before and after<br>