'TIS sweet at dewy eve to rove When softly sighs the western breeze, And wandering 'mid the starlit grove To take a pinch of snuff and sneeze. 'Tis sweet to see in daisied field The flocks and herds their pleasure take; But sweeter are the joys they yield In tender chop and juicy steak. 'Tis sweet to hear the murmurous sound That from the vocal woods doth rise, To mark the pigeons wheeling round, And think how nice they'd be in pies. When nightingales pour from their throats Their gushing melody, 'tis sweet; Yet sweeter 'tis to catch the notes That issue from Threadneedle Street. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHITE NOCTURNE by CONRAD AIKEN THE LOVER IN HELL by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH A REAL HARD TIME BEFORE' by HAYDEN CARRUTH IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GOSSAMER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |