THE pleasant river gushes Among the meadows green; At home the author tushes; For him it flows unseen. The Birds among the Bushes May wanton on the spray; But vain for him who tushes The brightness of the day! The frog among the rushes Sits singing in the blue. By 'r la'kin! but these tushes Are wearisome to do! The task entirely crushes The spirit of the bard: God pity him who tushes''" His task is very hard. The filthy gutter slushes, The clouds are full of rain, But doomed is he who tushes To tush and tush again. At morn with his hair-brushes, Still "tush" he says, and weeps, At night again he tushes, And tushes till he sleeps. And when at length he pushes Beyond the river dark''" 'Las, to the man who tushes, "Tush" shall be God's remark! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIRED TIM by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE JAFFAR by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT I WOULD NOT LIVE ALWAY by WILLIAM AUGUSTUS MUHLENBERG COWLEY: THE GARDEN by ALEXANDER POPE ECSTACY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 7. THE IMPOSSIBILITY by PHILIP AYRES THE TRIUMPH OF MELANCHOLY by JAMES BEATTIE A PREPARATORY HYMNE TO THE WEEK OF MEDITACIONS UPON, & DEVOUT EXERCISE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |