THAT very time I saw, (but thou couldst not), Walking between the garden and the barn, Reuben, all armed; a certain aim he took At a young chicken, standing by a post, And loosed his bullet smartly from his gun, As he would kill a hundred thousand hens. But I might see young Reuben's fiery shot Lodged in the chaste board of the garden fence, And the domesticated fowl passed on In henly meditation, bullet free. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOLOMON TO SHEBA by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE DESERTED HOUSE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE SWITZERLAND AND ITALY by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES SESTINA: ALTAFORTE by EZRA POUND I AM NOT YOURS by SARA TEASDALE ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 7. ON THE USE OF POETRY by MARK AKENSIDE |