just look how the lizards are whisking about,
snapping, and thinking of nothing at all.
What innocence ev’n in the life of the beasts!
Each fulfils the Creator’s behest unimpeachably,
preserving its own special stamp undefaced;
is itself, is itself, both in sport and in strife,
itself, as it was at his primal: Be!
[Puts on his eye-glasses.]
A toad. In the middle of a sandstone block.
Petrifaction all round him. His head alone peering.
There he’s sitting and gazing as though through a window
at the world, and is — to himself enough.—
[Reflectively.]