Ha! sir, I have seen you sniffing and snoozling about among my flowers. And what, pray, do you know about horticulture, you capriped? "Come, Auster, come Apeliota, And see the faun in our garden. But if you move or speak This thing will run at you And scare itself to spasms." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB AT SAINT PRAXED'S CHURCH by ROBERT BROWNING A VALENTINE by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS A NAMELESS EPITAPH (1) by MATTHEW ARNOLD A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 24 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |