I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains, And, supercilious, peer In shanties by the sides of roads; And then a quarry pare To fit its sides, and crawl between, Complaining all the while In horrid, hooting stanza; Then chase itself down hill And neigh like Boanerges; Then, punctual as a star, Stop -- docile and omnipotent -- At its own stable door. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR WALT WHITMAN by DAVID IGNATOW THE FISH, THE MAN, AND THE SPIRIT (COMPLETE) by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT FIELD FLOWERS by THOMAS CAMPBELL SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 65 by BLISS CARMAN SONNET TO SLEEP by GIOVANNI DELLA CASA GILES'S HOPE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE WHY? by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. TALE: 12. SQUIRE THOMAS; OR, THE PRECIPITATE CHOICE by GEORGE CRABBE |