Who's that dusty stranger? -- What's he doing here? -- That city-bred bird with the ill-bred leer? -- Perching on branches like telegraph wires? -- Chirping his slang above passionate fires? -- Poking his head about, twitching his tail? -- Getting drunk in our pools as though they were ale? -- Never accepting, but stealing our rations? -- Acting toward us as he would to relations? -- Who asked him hither, what led him this way? -- With his critical carping, his mockery, eh? -- And worse than all these, he's a jerky reminder Of winters, towns, and people no kinder. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CYMON AND IPHIGENIA by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO TERMINUS (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 47 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE LUNCH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 67. AS-SAMAD by EDWIN ARNOLD THE PURSUIT by HENRY BELLAMANN CANTO 27; WA-BE-NO-KA by LEVI BISHOP |