The lowest trees have tops, the ant her gall, The fly her spleen, the little spark his heat; The slender hairs cast shadows, though but small, And bees have stings, although they be not great; Seas have their source, and so have shallow springs: And love is love, in beggars and in kings. Where waters smoothest run, there deepest are the fords; The dial stirs, yet none perceives it move; The firmest faith is found in fewest words; The turtles do not sing, and yet they love; True hearts have ears and eyes, no tongues to speak: They hear and see, and sigh, and then they break. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IS YOUR TOWN NINEVEH? by MARIANNE MOORE THE YELLOW VIOLET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SECRET LOVE; SONG by JOHN CLARE VOLUNTARIES by RALPH WALDO EMERSON EVEN SO by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MY NATIVE LAND by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |