SIX boards belong to me: I do not know where they may be; If growing green, or lying dry In a cockloft nigh. Some morning I shall claim them, And who may then possess will aim them To bring to me those boards I need With thoughtful speed. But though they hurry so To yield me mine, I shall not know How well my want they'll have supplied When notified. Those boards and I -- how much In common we, of feel and touch Shall share thence on, -- earth's far core-quakings, Hill-shocks, tide-shakings -- Yea, hid where none will note, The once live tree and man, remote From mundane hurt as if on Venus, Mars, Or furthest stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALMSWOMEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ROBINSON CRUSOE ['S STORY, OR ISLAND] by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL THE WIND IN A FROLIC by WILLIAM HOWITT PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 56 by EDWARD TAYLOR LYSISTRATA: HYMN OF PEACE; CHORUSES OF ATHENIANS AND SPARTANS by ARISTOPHANES |