WHO that has marked the white owl's flight Or blessed the lark at noon, Or listened of a summer night And startled at the loon; Who that has browsed with blunt-nosed sheep, Or spied an adder drink, Or seen a baby skunk asleep, Or heard the bob-o-link -- Who so has fared, and felt no free Delight within him run; Then of the great freemasonry Be sure he is not one. But if his sentient ardour flow For things that pad or fly, With you and me -- oh! surely know He hath affinity. America and England breed Those who are brothers still, For that the beasts they love, and heed Bird music on the hill! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHAVEN BEAUTY by YUSUF IBN HARUN AL-RAMADI GHOST-BEREFT; A SCENE FROM BOGLAND IN WAR-TIME by JANE BARLOW THE WASHINGTON BICENTENNIAL by CLARA BECK LOVE'S BREATH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON TO THOS. FLOYD by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES ZOPHIEL; OR THE BRIDE OF SEVEN: CANTO 3. PALACE OF THE GNOMES by MARIA GOWEN BROOKS SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 7 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |