The tragedy of a man who could not make up his mind.Like: Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Gently drink, and drink as I; Freely welcome to my cup or not ? Cannot make up my mind if I ?

The sparrow have quit our house, house sparrows
That cheeped in the gutters, stone-age hangers-on
That splashed in our puddles, dust-bathers.
                                                      'Yea,
The sparrow hath found an house.' But where ?
                                   Cannot make up his main...
Carthorses are munching oats from their nosebags
At a water trough surrounded by sparrows, or ?
That bicker and pick up the falling grains.
But, can they make up their mains...