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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE JACKDAW, by VINCENT BOURNE Poet's Biography First Line: There is a bird who by his coat Last Line: And such a head between 'em. Subject(s): Jackdaws | |||
THERE is a bird, who by his coat, And by the hoarseness of his note Might be supposed a crow; A great frequenter of the church, Where, bishop-like, he finds a perch, And dormitory too. Above the steeple shines a plate, That turns and turns, to indicate From what point blows the weather. Look up--your brains begin to swim, 'Tis in the clouds--that pleases him, He chooses it the rather. Fond of the speculative height, Thither he wings his airy flight, And thence securely sees The bustle and the raree-show That occupy mankind below, Secure and at his ease. You think, no doubt, he sits and muses On future broken bones and bruises, If he should chance to fall. No; not a single thought like that Employs his philosophic pate, Or troubles it at all. He sees, that this great roundabout-- The world, with all its motley rout, Church, army, physic, law, Its customs, and its businesses,-- Is no concern at all of his, And says--what says he?--Caw. Thrice happy bird! I too have seen Much of the vanities of men; And, sick of having seen 'em, Would cheerfully these limbs reeign For such a pair of wings as thine, And such a head between 'em. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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