Is this the Blackbird's richest song – Is this his greatest hour? And still the Bee stands on his head To suck his sweetest flower; While I, a poet with my pen, Make music only known to men. How merrily this bantam world Can clap his wings and crow! Is there a merrier world than this? 'No,' says the Blackbird – 'No! No other worlds, though bigger far, Can match this little bantam star!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HATRED by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT LIFE'S MIRROR by MARY AINGE DE VERE SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 14. OVER THE COFFIN by THOMAS HARDY TO MICHAL: SONNETS AFTER MARRIAGE: 8. AFTER RONSARD by CHARLES WILLIAMS LILIES: 14. THE AWAKING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) RYE BREAD by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |