THE CICADA 27 



blame him for the noisy triumph of his song. For four years 

 he has dug the earth with his feet, and then suddenly he is 

 dressed in exquisite raiment, provided with wings that rival 

 the bird's, and bathed in heat and light ! What cymbals 

 can be loud enough to celebrate his happiness, so hardly 

 earned, and so very, very short ? 



