The Old Elephant

How great is the elephant! A huge beast older than the forest? The crevice of prolonged emotion! The fear scattered on every hill: A red shell of paint used to paint On the rock of every beast? Wars loudly shout above the sea To strain the peace of lulling seasons: How dares any to stoop for peace When the old emotion wreaks on The hardening flesh of a gentle nation? In vain, in vain, you stoop in vain! How great is the elephant! Who can batter an ancient beast: Never kill our gentle beast! Never ruin an innocent beast! History is unscared of the foul elephant She starts the rites of our violent ingenuity.