Yet unsmothered in your fecklessness,
Some plummet, simulating fish or treasure-lid,
Holds course in deep-sea currents___
Some obstinacy pounds behind your brain,
Stammering, is sure of yes and no,
Where cocksure hem and haw.
With grim unreason I know Destiny will
___Tongue in cheek, winking at God___
Foreclose on you.
__Margaret E. Haughawout.
Margaret E. Haughawout
(Pittsburg, Kansas: __. 1929)