The Mountain In Labour.

A poem by Jean de La Fontaine


A mountain was in travail pang;
The country with her clamour rang.
Out ran the people all, to see,
Supposing that the birth would be
A city, or at least a house.
It was a mouse!

In thinking of this fable,
Of story feign'd and false,
But meaning veritable,
My mind the image calls
Of one who writes, "The war I sing
Which Titans waged against the Thunder-king."[2]
As on the sounding verses ring,
What will be brought to birth?
Why, dearth.

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