The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true ; But let a splinter swerve, 'T were easier for you To put the water back When floods have slit the hills, And scooped a turnpike for themselves, And blotted out the mills! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 43 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LINES ON OBSERVING A BLOSSOM [ON THE FIRST OF FEBRUARY 1796] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AN ORCHARD AT AVIGNON by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON TO A CAT by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE DE RERUM NATURA: BOOK 3. AGAINST THE FEAR OF DEATH by TITUS LUCRETIUS CARUS THE GLOW-WORM by VINCENT BOURNE THREE LULLABIES by FRED EMERSON BROOKS |