I saw a beetle on my knee As I lay basking by a tree, And this is what he said to me: Since you ask me of the Lotus, May this oak-tree not misquote us; I the Scarab am, of old Gold and green, and green and gold. Let the chariots speed away, Clamor lasts for but a day, While the peace the Scarab gives Murder and its god outlives. Egypt wore me on her breast, Pharaoh bore me as a crest. Brief was Pharaoh's scarley way, I am green and gold to-day. Most delectably to me By the green and golden tree, Spoke the beetle on my knee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAN FRAIL AND GOD ETERNAL by ISAAC WATTS TO BE CARVED ON A STONE AT THOOR BALLYLEE (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE EAGLE SWIFT by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR MOONRISE AT SEA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BIRTHDAY LINES TO AGNES BAILLIE by JOANNA BAILLIE TRAVELLER BY NIGHT, SELECTION by JOANNA BAILLIE SS. SIMON & JUDE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |