When I was told he had been learning To be a carpenter, I said, 'Perchance he learned his craft by turning His eyes, to turn a fellow's head!' Unhappy boughs! They'll soon be rueing He chose to chop them, this fine spring, For some are singled out for hewing, And some are marked for hammering. Converted to a wooden block! It's A just reward for roguery And ever plucking at his pockets When they were branches on a tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRAW THE SWORD, O REPUBLIC by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LINES WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM AT ELBINGERODE, IN HARTZ FOREST by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE DAUGHTER OF DEBATE by ELIZABETH I HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 6. YEUX GLAUQUES by EZRA POUND RETURNING, WE HEAR THE LARKS by ISAAC ROSENBERG MAPLE LEAVES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO LADY CHARLOTTYE GORDON; DRESSED IN A TARTAN SCOTCH BONNET by JAMES BEATTIE |