MY neighbor lives on the hill, And I in the valley dwell, My neighbor must look down on me, Must I look up? -- ah, well, My neighbor lives on the hill, And I in the valley dwell. My neighbor reads, and prays, And I -- I laugh, God wot, And sing like a bird when the grass is green In my small garden plot; But ah, he reads and prays, And I -- I laugh, God wot. His face is a book of woe, And mine is a song of glee; A slave he is to the great "They say," But I -- I am bold and free; No wonder he smacks of woe, And I have the tang of glee. My neighbor thinks me a fool, "The same to yourself," say I; "Why take your books and take your prayers, Give me the open sky;" My neighbor thinks me a fool, "The same to yourself," say I. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IDYLL 2. EROS AND THE FOWLER by BION ON THE STAR OF 'THE LEGION OF HONOR' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A STAR-GAZER GOES HIGHER by MAZIE V. CARUTHERS THE FIRST FISHERMAN by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS HOW DID YOU DIE by EDMUND VANCE COOKE TALE: 20. THE BROTHERS by GEORGE CRABBE |