The Juggler

Look how he throws them up and up,     The beautiful golden balls!     They hang aloft in the purple air,     And there never is one that falls.     He sends them hot from his steady hand,     He teaches them all their curves;     And whether the reach be little or long,     There never is one that swerves.     Some, like the tiny red one there,     He never lets go far;     And some he has sent to the roof of the tent     To swim without a jar.     So white and still they seem to hang,     You wonder if he forgot     To reckon the time of their return     And measure their golden lot.     Can it be that, hurried or tired out,     The hand of the juggler shook?     O never you fear, his eye is clear,     He knows them all like a book.     And they will home to his hand at last,     For he pulls them by a cord     Finer than silk and strong as fate,     That is just the bid of his word.     Was ever there such a sight in the world?     Like a wonderful winding skein,--     The way he tangles them up together     And ravels them out again!     He has so many moving now,     You can hardly believe your eyes;     And yet they say he can handle twice     The number when he tries.     You take your choice and give me mine,     I know the one for me,     It's that great bluish one low down     Like a ship's light out at sea.     It has not moved for a minute or more.     The marvel that it can keep     As if it had been set there to spin     For a thousand years asleep!     If I could have him at the inn     All by myself some night,--     Inquire his country, and where in the world     He came by that cunning sleight!     Where do you guess he learned the trick     To hold us gaping here,     Till our minds in the spell of his maze almost     Have forgotten the time of year?     One never could have the least idea.     Yet why be disposed to twit     A fellow who does such wonderful things     With the merest lack of wit?     Likely enough, when the show is done     And the balls all back in his hand,     He'll tell us why he is smiling so,     And we shall understand.