I br br A shaded lamp and a waving blind, br And the beat of a clock from a distant floor: br On this scene enter--winged, horned, and spined - br A longlegs, a moth, and a dumbledore; br While 'mid my page there idly stands br A sleepy fly, that rubs its hands . . . br br II br br Thus meet we five, in this still place, br At this point of time, at this point in space. br - My guests parade my new-penned ink, br Or bang at the lamp-glass, whirl, and sink. br "God's humblest, they!" I muse. Yet why? br They know Earth-secrets that know not I.