THEY wrapped my soul in eiderdown;

They placed me warm and snug In carved chair; set me with care Upon an old prayer rug.

They cased my feet in golden shoes That hurt at toe and heel;My restless feet, with youth all fleet, Nor asked how they might feel.

And now they wonder where I am, And search with shrill, cold cry;But I crouch low where tall reeds grow, And smile as they pass by!