Though Clock, To tell how night drawes hence, I've none, A Cock, I have, to sing how day drawes on. I have A maid (my Prew) by good luck sent, To save That little, Fates me gave or lent. A Hen I keep, which creeking day by day, Tells when She goes her long white egg to lay. A Goose I have, which, with a jealous eare, Lets loose Her tongue, to tell what danger's neare. A Lamb I keep (tame) with my morsells fed, Whose Dam An Orphan left him (lately dead.) A Cat I keep, that playes about my House, Grown fat, With eating many a miching Mouse. To these A Trasy I do keep, whereby I please The more my rurall privacie: Which are But toyes, to give my heart some ease: Where care None is, slight things do lightly please. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10. THE DYING FALL by THOMAS CAMPION A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE LEXINGTON [APRIL 19, 1775] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES HE WROTE THE HISTORY BOOK,' IT SAID by MARIANNE MOORE HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 5 by EZRA POUND TO A SNOWFLAKE by FRANCIS THOMPSON |