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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Legend Of Immortal Truth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A bear, having spread him a notable feast,<br>Invited a famishing fox to the place.<br>'I've killed me,' quoth he, 'an edible beast<br>As ever distended the girdle of priest<br>With 'spread of religion,' or 'inward grace.'<br>To my den I conveyed her,<br>I bled her and flayed her,<br>I hung up her skin to dry;<br>Then laid her naked, to keep her cool,<br>On a slab of ice from the frozen pool;<br>And there we will eat her-you and I.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The fox accepts, and away they walk,<br>Beguiling the time with courteous talk.<br>You'd ne'er have suspected, to see them smile,<br>The bear was thinking, the blessed while,<br>How, when his guest should be off his guard,<br>With feasting hard,<br>He'd give him a 'wipe' that would spoil his style.<br>You'd never have thought, to see them bow,<br>The fox was reflecting deeply how<br>He would best proceed, to circumvent<br>His host, and prig<br>The entire pig<br>Or other bird to the same intent.<br>When Strength and Cunning in love combine,<br>Be sure 't is to more than merely dine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The while these biters ply the lip,<br>A mile ahead the muse shall skip:<br>The poet's purpose she best may serve<br>Inside the den-if she have the nerve.<br>Behold! laid out in dark recess,<br>A ghastly goat in stark undress,<br>Pallid and still on her gelid bed,<br>And indisputably very dead.<br>Her skin depends from a couple of pins<br>And here the most singular statement begins;<br>For all at once the butchered beast,<br>With easy grace for one deceased,<br>Upreared her head,<br>Looked round, and said,<br>Very distinctly for one so dead:<br>'The nights are sharp, and the sheets are thin:<br>I find it uncommonly cold herein!'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>I answer not how this was wrought:<br>All miracles surpass my thought.<br>They're vexing, say you? and dementing?<br>Peace, peace! they're none of my inventing.<br>But lest too much of mystery<br>Embarrass this true history,<br>I'll not relate how that this goat<br>Stood up and stamped her feet, to inform'em<br>With-what's the word?-I mean, to warm'em;<br>Nor how she plucked her rough _capote<br>From off the pegs where Bruin threw it,<br>And o'er her quaking body drew it;<br>Nor how each act could so befall:<br>I'll only swear she did them all;<br>Then lingered pensive in the grot,<br>As if she something had forgot,<br>Till a humble voice and a voice of pride<br>Were heard, in murmurs of love, outside.<br>Then, like a rocket set aflight,<br>She sprang, and streaked it for the light!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ten million million years and a day<br>Have rolled, since these events, away;<br>But still the peasant at fall of night,<br>Belated therenear, is oft affright<br>By sounds of a phantom bear in flight;<br>A breaking of branches under the hill;<br>The noise of a going when all is still!<br>And hens asleep on the perch, they say,<br>Cackle sometimes in a startled way,<br>As if they were dreaming a dream that mocks<br>The lope and whiz of a fleeting fox!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Half we're taught, and teach to youth,<br>And praise by rote,<br>Is not, but merely stands for, truth.<br>So of my goat:<br>She's merely designed to represent<br>The truth-'immortal' to this extent:<br>Dead she may be, and skinned-_frappe<br>Hid in a dreadful den away;<br>Prey to the Churches-(any will do,<br>Except the Church of me and you.)<br>The simplest miracle, even then,<br>Will get her up and about again.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a></strong></div>