A stroke of the pen, a stroke of the hand are both alike-
it can embrace the person, and
shun the soul;
it can receive the season, and
release the cold
as stealth as the snake, as rigid as the pike.
A rush of wind, a rush of the word are both alike-
it can soothe the parched, and
smite the hearth;
it can usher the march, and
undo a birth
it trembles as a pulse, it quivers as a strike.
A master of the estate, a slave of the house are both alike-
he can rise in the day, and
fall in the night
she can procure the way, and
prohibit the sight
its frail as a heart, as fragile as an eye.