Beetles

"An inordinate fondness for beetles."

"O'er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk."

"And often, to our comfort, shall we find The sharded beetle in a safer hold Than is the full-winged eagle."

"And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies."