Who dreams a sweeter life than this, To stand and stare, when at this fence, Back into those dumb creatures' eyes, And think we have their innocence -- Our looks as open as the skies. Lambs with their legs and noses black, Whose woolly necks, so soft and white, Can take away the children's breath; Who'd strangle them in their delight -- And calves they'd worry half to death. This world's too full of those dull men Who ne'er advance from that first state Which opens mouth before the eye; Who, when they think of dumb things, rate Them by the body's gluttony. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN HYMN TO THE EVENING by PHILLIS WHEATLEY TO MYRTILLA OF NEW YORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE GLASSES AND THE BIBLE by ST. CLAIR ADAMS THE FROGS: THE RIVAL POETS by ARISTOPHANES PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 64. AL-KAIYUM by EDWIN ARNOLD PORTRAIT SONNETS: 2 by HENRY BELLAMANN JEWELLED OFFERING by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 17 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |