Thou in the fields walkst out thy supping howers, And yet thou swear'st thou hast supp'd like a king: Like Nebuchadnezar perchance with grass and flowers, A sallet worse then Spanish dieting. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A RAILROAD STATION by SARA TEASDALE THE RAILWAY TRAIN by EMILY DICKINSON THE WASHERS OF THE SHROUD; OCTOBER, 1861 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ADLESTROP by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE PRE-ADAMITE WORLD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |