A TOKEN OF LOVE
I think I could turn and live with animals, they are
so placid and self-contain'd,
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied,not one is demented with
the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another,nor to his kind that
lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the whole earth.
So they show their relations to me and I accept them,
They bring me tokens of myself,they evince
them plainly in their possession
I wonder where they get those tokens,
Did I pass that way huge times ago
and negligently drop them?