As I was walking, Thyme sweet to my nose, Green grasshoppers talking, Rose rivalling rose: Wings clear as amber, Outspread in the light, As from bush to bush The Linnet took flight: Master Rabbit I saw In the shadow-rimmed mouth Of his sandy cavern Looking out to the South. 'Twas dew-tide coming, The turf was sweet To nostril, curved tooth, And wool-soft feet. Sun was in West, Crystal in beam Of its golden shower Did his round eye gleam. Lank horror was I, And a foe, poor soul -- Snowy flit of a scut, He was into his hole: And -- @3stamp, stamp, stamp@1 Through dim labyrinths clear -- The whole world darkened: A Human near! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE AND DEATH by SARA TEASDALE FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7. CHERRY RIPE by THOMAS CAMPION THE CULPRIT FAY by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE FLAMMONDE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON HEATHER ALE: A GALLOWAY LEGEND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON WHO KNOWS WHERE BEAUTY LIES? by AGNES STEWART BECK |