Nay, but I like to watch them buzzing round,
Poor little trumpery ephaeonals!
CHORUS OF THE PIETIES (aerial music).
Yes, yes!
What matter a few more or less?
Here and Nowhere plus
Whence and Why makes Thus.
Let these things be.
There's room in the world for them and us.
Nothing is,
Out in the vast immensities
Where these things flit,
Irrequisite
In a minor key
To the tune of the sempiternal It.
