Soft-footed stroller from the herbless wood, Stealing so mutely through my garden ground, I will not balk thine eager quest for food, Nor take thy life, nor startle thee with sound. I spared the wanton squirrel, though I saw His autumn raid upon my nuts and cones; I spared his frisky brush and bushy jaw; And shall I wound the poor dishearten'd ones? Come freely: in my heart thy charter lies; Feed boldly - what thou gain'st I cannot lose. When robin shuffles on the snow-white sill, We serve his winsome hunger; who would choose To daunt his ruddy breast and wistful eyes? But, hare or robin, it is hunger still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: DANTE (2) by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MIANTOWONA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EPIPHANIE CAROL by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PSALM 84 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE BEFORE AND AFTER by OLIVER MADOX BROWN |