I LOVE thee, pious ox; a gentle feeling Of vigor and of peace thou giv'st my heart. How solemn, like a monument, thou art! Over wide fertile fields thy calm gaze stealing, Unto the yoke with grave contentment kneeling, To man's quick work thou dost thy strength impart. He shouts and goads, and answering thy smart, Thou turn'st on him thy patient eyes appealing. From thy broad nostrils, black and wet, arise Thy breath's soft fumes; and on the still air swells, Like happy hymn, thy lowing's mellow strain. In the grave sweetness of thy tranquil eyes Of emerald, broad and still reflected dwells All the divine green silence of the plain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RHYME FOR A CHILD VIEWING A NAKED VENUS IN A PAINTING by ROBERT BROWNING THE NIGHT-PIECE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK THE ROSE OF PEACE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS AN EVENING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM DON'T YOU WISH YOU KNEW! by A. H. B. TO HIS FRIEND IN ELYSIUM by JOACHIM DU BELLAY EDGE OF THE DAY by BURL BREDON |