I climbed that hill while peering over. When I looked down, up laughed a clover. I saw a spider, sunlight-pressed. His heart was in the clover, His feet were in its dew, A strip of wind within his breast, A piece of sky -- his shoe. I must call this Life -- I said, Ran down the hill and crept to bed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMITATION OF CHAUCER by ALEXANDER POPE THE COVERT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON LORD THURLOW'S POEMS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE LITTLE HOUSE ON THE HILL by ALICE CARY NOVEMBER by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE LINES INSCRIBED ON THE FLY-LEAF OF BENEDETTO MENZINI'S 'POESIE' by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |