Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SHINING LITTLE HOUSE, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "it hung in the sun, the little house" Last Line: And make the best of our life Subject(s): Birdcages;reconciliation | ||||||||
IT hung in the sun, the little house, It hung in the sun and shone; And through the walls I could hear his voice Who had it all for his own. The walls were of wire, as bright as gold, Wrought in a pretty design; The spaces between for windows served, And the floor was clean and fine. But the door was shut, and locked all tight, The key was on the outside; The one who was in could not get out, No matter how much he tried. 'Twas only a prison, after all, The bright little house that shone; Ah, we would not want a house like that, No matter if 'twere our own! And yet, through the walls I heard the voice Of the one who lived inside: To warble a sweeter song each day, It did seem as if he tried. To open the door he never sought, Nor fluttered in idle strife; He ate and he drank, and slept and sang, And made the best of his life. And I, to myself, said every day, As his cheery song I heard, There's a lesson for us in every note Of that little prisoned bird. We all of us live a life like his, We are walled on every side; We all long to do a hundred things, Which we could not if we tried. We can spend our strength all foolishly In a discontented strife; Or we can be wise, and laugh and sing; And make the best of our life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE QUARREL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD RECONCILIATION by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN GOOD FRIDAY -- 1917 by THOMAS AUGUSTINE DALY RECONCILIATION by ELIZABETH DOTEN A FAIR QUARREL by THOMAS MIDDLETON RECONCILIATION by JOHN TROTWOOD MOORE THE PALMETTO AND THE PINE by MANLEY H. PIKE TIS A LITTLE JOURNEY by ANONYMOUS |
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