You change,
You move,
You are alive and like all living strange
That being different dies.
(2)
She was not strange, but patterned from that plan
Perfected in the worm and still rehearsed
In fishes and all furred and feathered cursed
By fur and feather to be unlike Man,—
A hollow cylinder hooped in with bone
Projecting sidewise to isosceles,
A simple tube , but modified to ease
The seed that must not die till it be sown.
And this new marvel, this long lovely line,
This melody, this mute Alcaic curve
From thigh to throat was still the Egg's design
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