The Peacock, that fine-feathered bird, Has but a screeching voice; The Robin, with a lovely breast, Sings once, and quarrels twice. I married you for youth and beauty, The first to please my mind; And found Love's strength was in her voice — To keep it sweet and kind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 17 by CONRAD AIKEN HOMING BRAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |