Once in a California Sierra I was swooped down upon when I was small, And measured, but not taken after all, By a great eagle bird in all its terror. Such auspices are very hard to read. My parents when I ran to them averred I was rejected by the royal bird As one who would not make a Ganymede. Not find a barkeep unto Jove in me? I have remained resentful to this day When any but myself presumed to say That there was anything I couldn't be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TAM O' SHANTER by ROBERT BURNS INTERIM by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY ON CATULLUS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE END OF THE PLAY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY SEPTEMBER by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT PSALM 63 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |