A Tom Tit clinging upside down, Needs nothing more to raise his wonder; A lonely Trout will play until His own deep whirlpool sucks him under. So when my money all is spent, And all my merry friends are gone What little Tom Tit, Trout, or Child, Will teach me how to play alone? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OCTOROON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SONGS AND THE POET (FOR SARA TEASDALE) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER BOUND NO'TH BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES BEAUTY MAKES US HAPPY by PHILIP AYRES THE SUMMONS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TAKE YOUR CHOICE: ACCORDING TO FRANKLIN P. ADAMS by BERTON BRALEY AN ELEGY ON THE COUNTESS DOWAGER OF PEMBROKE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |