OAK leaves are big as the mouse's ear, So, farmer, go plant. But the frost -- Beware! the witch o' the year, See that her palm be crossed. The bee is abroad, and the ant; Spider is busy; ho, farmer, go plant. The winds blow soft from the glazy sea, So, merchant, rig ship. But the wave -- Beware! salt water can be A highway, can be a grave. Bring silks for milady; a trip For wines and spices; ho, merchant, rig ship. I heard round oath at the churchyard door, So, preacher, go preach. But the Book -- Say yea and nay, and no more; Look to the wording, look. A heaven and a hell within reach, 'T is one or the other; good preacher, go preach. Farmer, go till; ride, merchant, the sea; Good preacher, have at the mewed folk: From frost and storm be you free, And spared That Old Serpent's joke. I'll sit in my doorway, God please, Quietly looking between the green trees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALNWICK CASTLE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 51 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE EVENING CLOUD by JOHN WILSON (1785-1854) TWO THINGS by AMIR MAHMUD IBN AMIR YAMINU'D-DIN TUGHRA'I ROMAIOS by WILLAM GAY BALLANTINE |