The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants - At Evening, it is not - At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop upon a Spot As if it tarried always And yet its whole Career Is shorter than a Snake's Delay And fleeter than a Tare - 'Tis Vegetation's Juggler - The Germ of Alibi - Doth like a Bubble antedate And like a Bubble, hie - I feel as if the Grass was pleased To have it intermit - This surreptitious scion Of Summer's circumspect. Had Nature any supple Face Or could she one contemn - Had Nature an Apostate - That Mushroom - it is Him! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HERONS OF ELMWOOD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 53. WITHOUT HER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI GO NOW' by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS LINES TO A BEAUTIFUL AND BUS-RIDING LADY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A THREAD OF HAIR by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER ON READING THAT THE REBUILDING OF YPRES APPROACHED COMPLETION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |