'T WERE sweet to lie on desert land, Or where some lone and barren strand Hears the Pacific waters roll, And views the stars of Southern pole! 'T were best to live where forests spread Beyond fell man's deceitful tread, Where hills on hills proud rising tower, And native groves each wild embower, Whose rocks but echo to the howl Of wandering beast or clang of fowl! The eagle there may strike and slay; The tiger spring upon his prey; The cayman watch in sedgy pool The tribes that glide through waters cool; The tender nestlings of the brake May feed the slily coiling snake: And the small worm or insect weak May quiver in the warbler's beak: All there at least their foes discern, And each his prey may seize in turn. But man, when passions fire the soul, And reason stoops to love's control, Deceitful deals the murderous blow Alike on trustiest friend or foe: And oft the venom'd hand of hate Points not the bitterest shaft of fate: But faithless friendship's secret fang Tears the fond heart with keener pang, And love demented weaves a spell More dreadful than the pains of hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAPPER KAPLINSKI AT THE NORTH SIDE CUE CLUB by HAYDEN CARRUTH LOVE BEING ALL ONE by ROBERT FROST TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST YOUR WORLD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UNWANTED MEMORY by CLARENCE MAJOR |