AN ass munched thistles, while a nightingale From passion's fountain flooded all the vale. "Hee-haw!" cried he, "I hearken," as who knew For such ear-largess humble thanks were due. "Friend," said the winged pain, "in vain you bray, Who tunnels bring, not cisterns, for my lay; None but his peers the poet rightly hear, Nor mete we listeners by their length of ear." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS; ON HEARING A SKYLARK SING by GEORGE SANTAYANA HYMN: FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY: 2 by REGINALD HEBER STREET CORNER COLLEGE by KENNETH PATCHEN THE DRUM by JOHN SCOTT (1730-1783) THE CHILD IN THE GARDEN by HENRY VAN DYKE CENTENNIAL HYMN by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |