Robert Louis Stevenson

A Portrait

I am a kind of farthing dip,
 Unfriendly to the nose and eyes;
A blue-behinded ape, I skip
 Upon the trees of Paradise.
 
At mankind’s feast, I take my place
 In solemn, sanctimonious state,
And have the air of saying grace
 While I defile the dinner plate.
 
I am the “smiler with the knife,”
 The battener upon garbage, I —
Dear Heaven, with such a rancid life,
 Were it not better far to die?
 
Yet still, about the human pale,
 I love to scamper, love to race,
To swing by my irreverent tail
 All over the most holy place;
 
And when at length, some golden day,
 The unfailing sportsman, aiming at
Shall bag, me —al the world shall say
 Thank God, and there’s an end of that!
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