This is God's poorest lambing-time, Our life is one of evil; Who'll bring me news that's kind and sweet, Where Mercy shames the devil? We leap like fleas before we look, On any sin or lie; Unless I hear more kindness soon, I'll laugh until I die. I'll put this injured Bee to rest, Safe on a mossy stone Till Scandal, blackening all that's white, Has said 'Good-bye', and gone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY?' by FRANCIS BRET HARTE MOTHER O' MINE by RUDYARD KIPLING CUBA LIBRA [APRIL, 1896] by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY SONNET: 102 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE GIRL'S LAMENTATION by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM POEM, READ THE SOLDIERS' WELCOME, FRANKLIN, NEW YORK, AUG. 5, 1865 by B. H. BARNES |