A child is born, they cry, a child
And he is Noble and not Mild
(It is this child that makes them wild)…
All noble mild children are brought home
To the wicked king who has cast them down
And ground their bones on the heavy stone.
But the child that is Noble and not Mild
He lies in his cot. He is unbeguiled,
He is Noble, he is not Mild,
And he is born to make men wild.
Stevie Smith (1902-71), 1978.
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