I see the houses, but I swear They're all alike this day; I see no difference in the birds, In sparrow, thrush or jay. Cows, horses, sheep, and cats or dogs Are all the same in look; I see no change in bark or leaf, From sycamore to oak. The chaffinch, with his laughing song, Is but a bird to me; The cherry, in her summer snow, Is nothing but a tree. My wonder's gone, and my sick muse Burns dead, without a flame; And that's why different birds and trees, And houses, look the same. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONODY ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON. R.B. SHERIDAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 19. THE FAIRY QUEEN PROSERPINA by THOMAS CAMPION A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 32 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE MOSS ROSE by FRIEDRICH ADOLF KRUMMACHER |