I wandered lonely as a nun
Through empty halls and dusty rooms.
Then, all at once, I heard the sound
Of a million flowering, swelling wombs
And newborn lives and souls reborn
From far-off Han to LA Yuppie
Re-learning wisdom rudely torn,
As human, lion, panda, guppie!
Across the planet, by the clock
New lives on every hand grew bold
And cohorts formed of gleaming eyes
And wisdom's robes of blue and gold.
And this time, I could see it plain,
We would leave the old mistakes behind
Outgrow old madness, and old pain,
And build a wiser time and mind
For those of every form and kind.

Willamette D'Aubergine Crandall
Songs of Distinct Improvement
Whalebone Stays Press, pub.
London, 1907