@3The moon was up and I was young: No matter what I dared to write, But how it woke each sportive tongue Of little elves that haunt the night! Though Crickets chanted, "True, true, true!" The Tree Toads piped, "'Tis not! 'Tis not!" The Hermit Howlet jeered, "Hoo! hoo!" And Gaffer Bullfrog blurted, "Rot!" So, red with wrath, I flung the scrawl Across the walk -- and lo! by day The Dew, the truest friend of all, Had washed those erring lines away.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEFILED SANCTUARY by WILLIAM BLAKE VANQUISHED; ON THE DEATH OF GENERAL GRANT by FRANCIS FISHER BROWNE THE STORMING OF STONY POINT [JULY 16, 1779] by ARTHUR GUITERMAN PARAPHRASE ON THOMAS A KEMPIS by ALEXANDER POPE CASSANDRA SOUTHWICK; 1658 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |