Foxes stared obliviously before they ran The sun craving indulgence let them Of all the piece they were but charming fellows Falling into place by going and coming
II
If women were, as they say, as foxes And have vixens they would be worth following There will be another along surely Even in this spinning time and space
III
Oh, trust me, perhaps not they say In the wide, wild black infinity Who is god they menacingly ask? As they rob to seek their poor riches
IV
You can’t trust them they say to us With that wide, wild black indifference Yet for the asking they have then gone So, we don’t bother them
