A Bookworm
A Bookworm
Poem
A moth ate a word. To me that seemed
A curious happening when I heard of that wonder,
That a worm should swallow the word of a man,
A thief in the dark, eat a thoughtful discourse
And the strong base it stood on. He stole, but he was not
A whit the wiser when the word had been swallowed.
Thanks and Acknowledgements
This poem can be found in "Old English Poems, Translated into the Original Meter Together with Short Selections from Old English Prose" by Cosette Faust and Stith Thompson (1918).
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