The Certain Hour (Dizain des Poëtes)

  AUCTORIAL INDUCTION

  "_These questions, so long as they remain with the Muses, may very wellbe unaccompanied with severity, for where there is no other end ofcontemplation and inquiry but that of pastime alone, the understandingis not oppressed; but after the Muses have given over their riddles toSphinx,--that is, to practise, which urges and impels to action, choiceand determination,--then it is that they become torturing, severe andtrying._"

  From the dawn of the day to the dusk he toiled, Shaping fanciful playthings, with tireless hands,-- Useless trumpery toys; and, with vaulting heart, Gave them unto all peoples, who mocked at him, Trampled on them, and soiled them, and went their way.

  Then he toiled from the morn to the dusk again, Gave his gimcracks to peoples who mocked at him, Trampled on them, deriding, and went their way.

  Thus he labors, and loudly they jeer at him;-- That is, when they remember he still exists.

  _Who_, you ask, _is this fellow_?--What matter names? He is only a scribbler who is content.

  FELIX KENNASTON.--The Toy-Maker.