I see the houses, but I swear They're all alike this day; I see no difference in the birds, In sparrow, thrush or jay. Cows, horses, sheep, and cats or dogs Are all the same in look; I see no change in bark or leaf, From sycamore to oak. The chaffinch, with his laughing song, Is but a bird to me; The cherry, in her summer snow, Is nothing but a tree. My wonder's gone, and my sick muse Burns dead, without a flame; And that's why different birds and trees, And houses, look the same. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAGED SKYLARK by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE CALL by ANNYE LEWIS ALLISON THE LAY OF THE LOVER'S FRIEND by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN NOS IMMORTALES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE SWALLOWS by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |