My mother said I was a fool But, oh, she loved her son. My father said, "A rod is the fool's," And I, "Thy hand hast done?" My mother said, "The ears of a fool," But, oh, she whispered pretty Unto her son of a honeycomb And silver in the city. And "Wisdom is too high for a fool," My mother said to me; "Where no wood is the fire is out; I bind no stones," said she. "The weights of the bag are the Lord's" I said to my mother; "A potsherd covered with silver dross," I said of my brother. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SONG MAKER by SARA TEASDALE THE LOVER PLEADS WITH HIS FRIENDS FOR OLD FRIENDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS IN HARBOR by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE BIVOUAC OF THE DEAD by THEODORE O'HARA UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 38 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: MARRIAGE MORNING by ALFRED TENNYSON |