After awhile we will sit down together; He will be ponderous, settling like a cow, Thickly satisfied with God and weather -- I shall permit his pasture with a bow. And we will talk tobacco and elections, Securities, acquaintances and men: He'll rhyme the latter with his smooth perfections, Content to see me slowly nod again. I'll know the price of every piece of silver Used to chop his richly scented food; I'll tell myself his heavy hands would pilfer, Golden nails from some cathedral's rood; Then we will part . . . I wonder if he knows What birds are saying down his orchard rows! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY I AM A LIBERAL by ROBERT BROWNING IN THE OLD THEATRE, FIESOLE by THOMAS HARDY LATE LEAVES by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR REJECTED ADDRESSES: THE BABY'S DEBUT, BY W. W. by JAMES SMITH (1775-1839) STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1726-7 by JONATHAN SWIFT ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 4. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND, IN THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE |