MY lodging was on the cold rough ground, And my pillow a rocky shelf; And the Poet's Corner was full of dust. And bits of stick and dead leaves, just An emblem of myself! But lo! I find that some little birds, With busy beak and wing, Have made for me a cosy nest, The very sort that I like best, Where I can lie in pleasant rest, And twitter, if not sing! And the Poet's Corner is swept so clean And made so nice and neat, That really I should feel quite rude, If I don't, in common gratitude, Produce some verses on the spot, And pour them out all fresh and hot, For my little birds so sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOD'S GRANDEUR by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TWO RED ROSES ACROSS THE MOON by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE WANDERING JEW by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON NIGHT BY THE RIVER by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II TO HIS GRACE, GEORGE DUKE OF NORTHUMBERLAND by PHILIP AYRES IMPROMPTU by FRANCOIS JOACHIM DE PIERRE DE BERNIS |