Why clamber up the pedestal? Steal from me half an hour and be made Rich. Climb Down and bask, Little lizard. In the blizzard, Who shall ask The time? Be persuaded. Do not be afraid; Your conscientious feet sha'n't fall. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE COMING OF SNOW by HAYDEN CARRUTH BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THOMAS HARDY by CECIL DAY LEWIS AND THE GREATEST OF THESE IS WAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON HOLES BORED IN A WORKBAG BY THE SCISSORS by MARIANNE MOORE TO WHISTLER, AMERICAN; ON LOAN EXHIBIT OF PAINTINGS AT TATE GALLERY by EZRA POUND |