No, I had set no prohIbItIng sign, And yes, my land was hardly fenced. Nevertheless the land was mIne. I was beIng trespassed on and agamst. Whoever the surly freedom tooI< Of such an unaccountable stay Busying by my woods and brook Gave me strangely restless day. He might be opening leaves of stone, The picture-book of the trilobIte, For which the regIon round was known, And in which there was little ploperty nght Twas not the value I stood to lose In specimen crab In specimen rock, But hIS ignoring what was whose That made me look agaIn at the clock. Then came his little acknowledgment. He asked for a drink at the kitchen door, An errand he may have had to invent, But It made my property mine once more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WINDHOVER: TO CHRIST OUR LORD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS A SLEEPLESS NIGHT by ALFRED AUSTIN THE REASON by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) KNAPWEED by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON PSALM 36. DIXIT INJUSTUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |