At a Country Fair
a bygone Western country fair
saw a giant led by a dwarf
a red string like a long thin scarf;
much he was the stronger there
giant seemed unaware.
then I saw that the giant was blind,
the dwarf a shrewd-eyed little thing;
giant, mild, timid, obeyed the string
if he had no independent mind,
will of any kind.
the dwarf decided to go
his heels the other trotted meekly,
know not—reproaching weakly)
one Fate bade that it must be so,
he wished or no.
sights in various climes
have seen, and more I may see yet,
that sight never shall I forget,
have thought it the sorriest of pantomimes,
once, a hundred times!