And is alas! poor Buckett gone Farewell convivial honest JOHN Oft at the well by fateful stroke Buckets like pitchers must be broke In this same motley shifting scene How various have thy fortunes been Today thy brim would overflow Thy bounty then would All supply To fill and drink and leave thee dry Tomorrow sunk as in a well Content unseen with Truth to dwell But high or low or wet or dry No rotten stave could malice spy Then rise immortal Bucket rise And claim thy station in the skies Twixt Amphora and Pisces shine Still guarding Stockbridge with thy sign | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SAVING WAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH I LOOKED FOR LIFE AND DID A SHADOW SEE by JAMES GALVIN HERO-WORSHIP; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR COUNTRYWOMEN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BONNYBELL: THE BUTTERFLY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY BAKER, AT NEW YORK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |