HERE the birds still chirp and twitter In November days, Flitter, glitter, sweet and bitter, —Little brief, brief lays! City streets may brim with morsels, Rich and dainty fare; But for them the cottage door-sills And the sky-sweet air! Better half a crumb with gladness In the light of day, Than a feast with pale-faced sadness Brooding o'er the way! O to feel the warmth of Heaven As it purely flows, —Feel that it is freely given, Straight from God's own brows! Not for us the City's glamour, Its adulterate wine— Hectic flush, and noisy clamour Of a World supine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FINIS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO EMILIE BIGELOW HAPGOOD - PHILANTHROPIST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER ACROSS THE RED SKY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD GLASS HOUSES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |