The glassy tentacles of ideas br Snake down through the marrow of bones, br Like roots from a monkeys brain. br br Rabid froth dried, on a rabbits whiskers, br Dreaming as tiger, instead of prey; br Snoring through the wild radish stalks. br br And horses rear on legs borrowed from deer br To munch green apples, from rutting-scarred trees- br Everything what it is, and nature never differs br br Though men may wish they had been born stones instead, br Or as kings in higher places; br But the higher grace found in this world br Looks out of human faces.