I praised the daisies on my lawn, And then my lady mowed them down. My garden stones, improved by moss, She moved -- and that was Beauty's loss. When I adored the sunlight, she Kept a bright fire indoors for me. She saw I loved the birds, and that Made her one day bring home a cat. She plucks my flowers to deck each room, And make me follow where they bloom. Because my friends were kind and many, She said -- 'What need has Love of any?' What is my gain, and what my loss? Fire without sun, stones bare of moss, Daisies beheaded, one by one; The birds cat-hunted, friends all gone -- These are my losses: yet, I swear, A love less jealous in its care Would not be worth the changing skin That she and I are living in. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VANTAGE POINT by ROBERT FROST THE SNOWING OF THE PINES' by THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON THE STARLIGHT NIGHT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE WINDHOVER: TO CHRIST OUR LORD by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY LOVE by EDMUND SPENSER MONOTONOUS VARIETY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |