We who play under the pines, We who dance in the snow That shines blue in the light of the moon Sometimes halt as we go, Stand with our ears erect, Our noses testing the air, To gaze at the golden world Behind the windows there. Suns they have in a cave And stars each on a tall white stem, And the thought of fox or night owl Seems never to trouble them, They laugh and eat and are warm. Their food seems ready at hand, While hungry out in the cold We little rabbits stand. But they never dance as we dance, They have not the speed nor the grace. We scorn both the cat and the dog Who lie by the fireplace, Their eyes on an upraised spoon, We who dance hungry and wild Under a winter's moon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAIL TEESSIDE! by CECIL DAY LEWIS MUSIC AND MEMORY by JOHN ALBEE TO A PINE TREE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND by THOMAS MOORE A SONG OF PANAMA by ALFRED DAMON RUNYON |