See how those diamonds splutter and choke — What greedy things they are for light! That pearl, whose pulse less wildly beats, Is far more restful to my sight. Soon tired of all these glittering toys, With my delight and wonder gone — I send my thoughts, like butterflies, To dream on some old spotted stone. So, when the Skylark sings no more, And I have seen the graceful Swallow; When I have heard the Blackbird too, And many a bird in field or furrow: Then to my Sparrow I return, Who scolds me well for what he misses — And thinks a common chirp at times Pays all his debts, like children's kisses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLANTATION CHILD'S LULLABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DISCONTENTS IN DEVON by ROBERT HERRICK THE NO-LONGER-MERRY ANCIENT MONARCH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS JENNY WI' THE AIRN TEETH by ALEXANDER ANDERSON A SOCIETY MARTYR by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY ECLOGUE ON ELIZABETH BELSHAM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |