After awhile we will sit down together; He will be ponderous, settling like a cow, Thickly satisfied with God and weather -- I shall permit his pasture with a bow. And we will talk tobacco and elections, Securities, acquaintances and men: He'll rhyme the latter with his smooth perfections, Content to see me slowly nod again. I'll know the price of every piece of silver Used to chop his richly scented food; I'll tell myself his heavy hands would pilfer, Golden nails from some cathedral's rood; Then we will part . . . I wonder if he knows What birds are saying down his orchard rows! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIFTH AVENUE-SPRING AFTERNOON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SONNET TO THE RIVER OTTER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ALONE (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ENGLAND IN 1819 by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY VIRGILS GNAT: DEDICATORY SONNET by EDMUND SPENSER AVE ATQUE VALE; IN MEMORY OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |