I LOVE thee, pious ox; a gentle feeling Of vigor and of peace thou giv'st my heart. How solemn, like a monument, thou art! Over wide fertile fields thy calm gaze stealing, Unto the yoke with grave contentment kneeling, To man's quick work thou dost thy strength impart. He shouts and goads, and answering thy smart, Thou turn'st on him thy patient eyes appealing. From thy broad nostrils, black and wet, arise Thy breath's soft fumes; and on the still air swells, Like happy hymn, thy lowing's mellow strain. In the grave sweetness of thy tranquil eyes Of emerald, broad and still reflected dwells All the divine green silence of the plain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNGUARDED GATES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HILL-SIDE TREE by MAXWELL BODENHEIM MY NOVEMBER GUEST by ROBERT FROST AIRLY BEACON by CHARLES KINGSLEY ENGLAND AND AMERICA IN 1782 by ALFRED TENNYSON TO HIS MISTRESS; AN ODE by ANACREON |