Author Robert Crawford We sometimes hap on truth in a strange attire, As even the gods were wont for their designs To take on bestial forms; subduing so Their natures, even their divinity, To the achievement of a mortal thing. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments