Del Cascar, Del Cascar, <br />Stood upon a flaming star, <br />Stood, and let his feet hang down <br />Till in China the toes turned brown. <br /> <br />And he reached his fingers over <br />The rim of the sea, like sails from Dover, <br />And caught a Mandarin at prayer, <br />And tickled his nose in Orion's hair. <br /> <br />The sun went down through crimson bars, <br />And left his blind face battered with stars-- <br />But the brown toes in China kept <br />Hot the tears Del Cascar wept.<br /><br />William Stanley Braithwaite<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/del-cascar/
