Pleased in his loneliness, he often lies, Telling glad stories to his dog or e'en His very shadow, that the loss supplies Of living company. Full oft he'll lean By pebbled brooks and dream with happy eyes Upon the fairy pictures spread below, Thinking the shadowed prospects real skies And happy heavens where his kindred go. Oft we may track his haunts, where he hath been To spend the leisure which his toils bestow, By nine-peg morris nicked upon the green, Or flower-stuck gardens, never meant to grow, Or figures cut on trees, his skill to show, Where he a prisoner from a shower hath been. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AUTUMN SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD IN THE UNDERWORLD by ISAAC ROSENBERG LINES TO WILLIAM LINLEY WHILE HE SANG A SONG TO PURCELL'S MUSIC by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE SUPPLIANT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FROM THE ANTIQUE (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |