What Wonder Strikes The Curious, While He Views The Black Ant'S City, By A Rotten Tree, Or Woodland Bank! In Ignorance We Muse: Pausing, Annoy'D,--We Know Not What We See, Such Government And Thought There Seem To Be; Some Looking On, And Urging Some To Toil, Dragging Their Loads Of Bent-Stalks Slavishly: And What's More Wonderful, When Big Loads Foil One Ant Or Two To Carry, Quickly Then A Swarm Flock Round To Help Their Fellow-Men. Surely They Speak A Language Whisperingly, Too Fine For Us To Hear; And Sure Their Ways Prove They Have Kings And Laws, And That They Be Deformed Remnants Of The Fairy-Days.