With rakish eye and plenished crop, Oblivious of the farmer's gun, Upon the naked ash-tree top The Crow sits basking in the sun. An old ungodly rogue, I wot! For, perched in black against the blue, His feathers, torn with beak and shot, Let woful glints of April through. The year's new grass, and, golden-eyed, The daisies sparkle underneath, And chestnut trees on either side Have opened every ruddy sheath. But doubtful still of frost and snow, The ash alone stands stark and bare, And on its topmost twig the Crow Takes the glad morning's sun and air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE A STATUE OF ACHILLES by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE COCK AND THE BULL by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE KEEP-SAKE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE IN THE GARDEN (1) by EMILY DICKINSON ODE ON MELANCHOLY by JOHN KEATS SLEEP AT SEA by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO BE CARVED ON A STONE AT THOOR BALLYLEE (1) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |