WE have seen mighty men ballooning high, And in another moment bump the ground. He falls; and in his measurement is found To count some inches o'er the common fry. 'Twas not enough to send him climbing sky, Yet 'twas enough above his fellows crowned, Had he less panted. Let his faithful hound Bark at detractors. He may walk or lie. Concerns it most ourselves, who with our gas -- This little Isle's insatiable greed For Continents -- filled to inflation burst. So do ripe nations into squalor pass, When, driven as herds by their old pirate thirst, They scorn the brain's wild search for virtuous light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAWYERS KNOW TOO MUCH by CARL SANDBURG ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE by JOHN KEATS THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS MOORE THE LAW OF THE YUKON by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE FREQUENTLY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO A WITHERED ROSE by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS ASOLANDO: DUBIETY by ROBERT BROWNING |