WHO that has marked the white owl's flight Or blessed the lark at noon, Or listened of a summer night And startled at the loon; Who that has browsed with blunt-nosed sheep, Or spied an adder drink, Or seen a baby skunk asleep, Or heard the bob-o-link -- Who so has fared, and felt no free Delight within him run; Then of the great freemasonry Be sure he is not one. But if his sentient ardour flow For things that pad or fly, With you and me -- oh! surely know He hath affinity. America and England breed Those who are brothers still, For that the beasts they love, and heed Bird music on the hill! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE LIFE OF MAN by WALTER RALEIGH A DAISY FROM THE PARTHENON by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE RIVAL CELESTIAL by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ROSETTE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER TWO SONNETS: 1 by DAVID P. BERENBERG PRAIRIE VOICES by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN CONSOLATION by STANLEY KILNER BOOTH SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 5 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |