Child

O father it is alive⁠—it is full of people⁠—it has children, O now it seems to me it is talking to its children, I hear it⁠—it talks to me⁠—O it is wonderful! O it stretches⁠—it spreads and runs so fast⁠—O my father, It is so broad it covers the whole sky.

Father

Cease, cease, my foolish babe, What you are saying is sorrowful to me, much it displeases me; Behold with the rest again I say, behold not banners and pennants aloft, But the well-prepared pavements behold, and mark the solid-wall’d houses.

Banner and Pennant