I KNOW the pools where the grayling rise, I know the trees where the filberts fall, I know the woods where the red fox lies, The twisted elms where the brown owls call. And I've seldom a shilling to call my own, And there's never a girl I'd marry, I thank the Lord I'm a rolling stone With never a care to carry. I talk to the stars as they come and go On every night from July to June, I'm free of the speech of the winds that blow, And I know what weather will sing what tune. I sow no seed and I pay no rent, And I thank no man for his bounties, But I've a treasure that's never spent, I'm lord of a dozen counties. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 25, ASKING FOR HER HEART (3) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ALBANIA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE PASSIONS by ABRAHAM COWLEY WHEAT by FRANCIS ALEXANDER DEWSON THE UNLUCKY APPLE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF DOBBIN, THE BUTTERWOMAN'S HORSE by FRANCIS FAWKES |