When dogs play in the sun outdoors, And cats chase sunbeams on the mat; When merry maidens laugh for joy, And young men cock their ears at that; And babes can see in panes of glass A better light than fire-grate has; When to my teeth ale is not cold, And sweeter than hot toast is bread; When I, no longer charmed by books, Seek human faces in their stead; And every stranger that I meet Will seem a friend whom I must greet; When I no sooner up at morn, Must like a turkey bolt my food, To tramp the white green-bordered roads, And hear birds sing in many a wood: When such a time of year has come, The whole wide world can be my home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE RABBIT by KAREN SWENSON THE FUNERAL OF YOUTH: THRENODY by RUPERT BROOKE DESPAIR AND FEAR by EMILY DICKINSON HYMN FOR EPIPHANY by REGINALD HEBER HAUNTED by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |