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SCARABAEUS SISYPHUS by MATHILDE BLIND

First Line: I'VE WATCHED THEE, SCARAB! YEA, AN HOUR IN VAIN
Last Line: LIFE'S STONE, RECOILING FROM THE ALPS OF TIME?
Subject(s): BEETLES; INSECTS; SISYPHUS; BUGS;
I'VE watched thee, Scarab! Yea, an hour in vain
I've watched thee, slowly toiling up the hill,
Pushing thy lump of mud before thee still
With patience infinite and stubborn strain.
Strive as thou mayst, spare neither time nor pain,
To screen thy burden from all chance of ill;
Push, push, with all a beetle's force of will,
Thy ball, alas! rolls ever down again.

Toil without end! And why? That after thee
Dim hosts of groping Scarabs too shall climb
This self-same height? Accursed progeny
Of Sisyphus, what antenatal crime
Has doomed us too to roll incessantly
Life's Stone, recoiling from the Alps of time?




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