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Grass-blades push up between the cobblestones / And catch the sun on their flat sides / Shooting it back, / Gold and emerald, / Into the eyes of passers-by.
And over the cobblestones, / Square-footed and heavy, / Dances the trained bear.
Tho cobbles cut his feet, / And he has a ring in his nose / Which hurts him; / But still he dances, / For the keeper pricks him with a sharp stick, / Under his fur.
Now the crowd gapes and chuckles, / And boys and young women shuffle their feet in time to the dancing bear.
They see him wobbling / Against a dust of emerald and gold, / And they are greatly delighted.
The legs of the bear shake with fatigue / And his back aches, / And the shining grass-blades dazzle and confuse him.
But still he dances, / Because of the little, pointed stick.