If you would happy company win, Dangle a palm-nut from a tree, Idly in green to sway and spin, Its snow-pulped kernel for bait; and see A nimble titmouse enter in. Out of earth's vast unknown of air, Out of all summer, from wave to wave, He'll perch, and prank his feathers fair, Jangle a glass-clear wildering stave, And take his commons there -- This tiny son of life; this spright, By momentary Human sought, Plume will his wing in the dappling light, Clash timbrel shrill and gay -- And into Time's enormous Nought, Sweet-fed, will flit away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE QUESTION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY BY BLUE ONTARIO'S SHORE by WALT WHITMAN LOVE'S WISDOM by ALFRED AUSTIN VARIATIONS ON A THEME by ALFRED GOLDSWORTHY BAILEY LINES WITH A WEDDING PRESENT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE UNKNOWN HAND by CLIFFORD BAX SONNET: LOVE'S DEPTH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |