They brought the mighty chief to town; They showed him strange, unwonted sights; Yet as he wandered up and down, He seemed to scorn their vain delights. His face was grim, his eye lacked fire, As one who mourns a glory dead; And when they sought his heart's desire: "Me like'um tooth same gold," he said. A dental place they quickly found. He neither moaned nor moved his head. They pulled his teeth so white and sound; They put in teeth of gold instead. Oh, never saw I man so gay! His very being seemed to swell: "Ha! ha!" he cried, "Now Injun say Me heap big chief, @3me look like hell@1." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOISTER by ISAAC ROSENBERG BIRCH STREAM by ANNA BOYNTON AVERILL TO JOHN KEATS; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SONNET: 29 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE LOVE'S BLINDNESS by ALFRED AUSTIN CLOUDS by EDUARD VON BAUERNFELD LOOKING DOWNWARDS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: MITIGATIONS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |