The small birds peck at apples ripe, And twice as big as them in size; The wind doth make the hedge's leaves Shiver with joy, until it dies. Young Gossamer is in the field; He holds the flowers with silver line -- They nod their heads as horses should. And there are forty dappled kine As fat as snails in deep, dark wells, And just as shiny too -- as they Lie in a green field, motionless, And every one now stares my way. I must become a starer too: I stare at them as urchins can When seamen talk, or any child That sees by chance its first black man. I stare at drops of rain that shine Like glow-worms, when the time is noon; I stare at little stars in Heaven, That try to stare like the big Moon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 8 by THOMAS CAMPION EPIGRAM: A BURNT SHIP by JOHN DONNE A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE YELLOW BADGE by RUTH SCHECHTER ALEXANDER A CREW POEM by EDWARD AUGUSTUS BLOUNT JR. MATRIMONIAL MELODIES: 5. SPEAKING OF DRIVING by BERTON BRALEY |