IF, when thy body's end has come, Thy mind must find another home, Make no mistake with man again; Come into flesh the thing thou art In all except thy body's part -- Come as a silly ass, and plain. Such were my thoughts, their honest parts, But oh, what liars are kind hearts! What smooth false words such hearts demand: "Thy dreams," said I, "give more surprise Than when I chased bright butterflies, And missed them with my snapping hand." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE OF DEAD ACTORS by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE SUN'S TRAVELS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TIGER LILIES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE PILGRIM SHIP by KATHARINE LEE BATES EDGE OF THE DAY by BURL BREDON |