Say what you like, All things love me! I pick no flowers -- That wins the Bee. The Summer's Moths Think my hand one -- To touch their wings -- With Wind and Sun. The garden Mouse Comes near to play; Indeed, he turns His eyes away. The Wren knows well I rob no nest; When I look in, She still will rest. The hedge stops Cows, Or they would come After my voice Right to my home. The Horse can tell, Straight from my lip, My hand could not Hold any whip. Say what you like, All things love me! Horse, Cow, and Mouse, Bird, Moth and Bee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MARK ANTHONY IN HEAVEN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE LITTLE GIRL FOUND, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE PRAISE FOR AN URN; IN MEMORIAM: ERNEST NELSON by HAROLD HART CRANE GREEN SYMPHONY by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER A POEM OF SPRING by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TWO THINGS by AMIR MAHMUD IBN AMIR YAMINU'D-DIN TUGHRA'I A THOUGHT ON DEATH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A PREPARATORY HYMNE TO THE WEEK OF MEDITACIONS UPON, & DEVOUT EXERCISE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |