I found a ball of grass among the hay And progged it as I passed and went away; And when I looked I fancied something stirred, And turned agen, and hoped to catch the bird -- When out an old mouse bolted in the wheats With all her young ones hanging at her teats; She looked so odd and so grotesque to me, I ran and wondered what the thing could be, And pushed the knapweed bunches where I stood. Then the mouse hurried from the craking brood, The young ones squeaked, and as I went away, She found her nest again among the hay. The water o'er the pebbles scarce could run, And broad old cesspools glittered in the sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KU KLUX by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN SONNET TO ALISA ROCK by JOHN KEATS THE RIVER-MERCHANT'S WIFE: A LETTER by LI PO THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS MOORE THE VAGABONDS by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE THE RAGGED WOOD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |