The Mammoth

Mammoth Mammoth, sleeping deep,
In the rainbows of the ring;
What inventive hip or leg,
Could stand thy wholesome sacrifice?
In what hostile seas or seas
slept the lion of thine brain?
with what word dare he explore?
What the ear, dare hunt the lion?
And what skeleton, & what awe,
Could shape the essence of thy tongue?
And when thy tongue began to talk,
What keen ear? & what keen testes?
What the hammer? what the forge,
In what smithy was thy breast?
What the anvil? what keen drill,
Dare its hostile longings blast!
When the stars threw down their spears
And flooded heaven with their tears:
Did he laugh his toil to see?
Did he who freed the frog free thee?
Mammoth Mammoth, sleeping deep,
In the rainbows of the ring;
What inventive hip or leg,
Could stand thy wholesome sacrifice?

Crunch!