Once in a California Sierra I was swooped down upon when I was small, And measured, but not taken after all, By a great eagle bird in all its terror. Such auspices are very hard to read. My parents when I ran to them averred I was rejected by the royal bird As one who would not make a Ganymede. Not find a barkeep unto Jove in me? I have remained resentful to this day When any but myself presumed to say That there was anything I couldn't be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE FOR THE AMERICAN DEAD IN ASIA by THOMAS MCGRATH ROBINSON CRUSOE by MOTHER GOOSE A CHRISTMAS CAROL (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO JANE: KEEN STARS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE SEA-BIRD'S SONG by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |