WHERE'ER there's a thistle to feed a linnet And linnets are plenty, thistles rife-- Or an acorn-cup to catch dew-drops in it There's ample promise of further life. Now, mark how we begin it. For linnets will follow, if linnets are minded, As blows the white-feather parachute: And ships will reel by the tempest blinded-- Aye, ships and shiploads of men to boot! How deep whole fleets you'll find hid. And we blow the thistle-down hither and thither Forgetful of linnets, and men, and God. The dew! for its want an oak will wither-- By the dull hoof into the dust is trod, And then who strikes the either? But thistles were only for donkeys intended. And that donkeys are common enough is clear, And that drop! what a vessel it might have befriended, Does it add and flavour to Glugabib's beer? Well, there's my musing ended. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPLES OF HESPERIDES by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: LOVERIDGE CHASE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |