'MEN know but little more than we, Who count us least of things terrene, How happy days are made to be! 'Of such strange tidings what think ye, O birds in brown that peck and preen? Men know but little more than we! 'When I was borne from yonder tree In bonds to them, I hoped to glean How happy days are made to be, 'And want and wailing turned to glee; Alas, despite their mighty mien Men know but little more than we! 'They cannot change the Frost's decree, They cannot keep the skies serene; How happy days are made to be 'Eludes great Man's sagacity No less than ours, O tribes in treen! Men know but little more than we How happy days are made to be.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SIR HENRY WOTTON (1) by JOHN DONNE GLOIRE DE DIJON by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE THE CUMBERLAND [MARCH 8, 1862] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MODERN MANNERS by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK THAMES GULLS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |