Little insect! that on high, On a spine of springing grass, Tipsy with the morning dew, Free from care thy life dost pass: So may'st thou, companion sole, Please the lonely mower's ear, And no treacherous winding snake Glide beneath to work thee fear, As in chirping plaintive notes Thou the hasty sun doth chide, And with murmuring music charm, Summer, long with us t'abide. If a pleasant day arrive, Soon the pleasant day is gone: While we reach to seize our joys, Swift the wingèd bliss is flown. Pains and sorrows dwell with us; Pleasure scarce a moment reigns: Thou thyself find'st summer short; But the winter long remains. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEARING LEAVES AGAIN by DAVID IGNATOW ANCHORED TO THE INFINITE by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: TENNESSEE CLAFLIN SHOPE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OCTAVES: 15 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON RAHEL TO VARNHAGEN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |