(A curious bean, with a small maggot in it, who comes to life and tumbles his dwelling at the stimulus of warmth.) SUN in a warm streak Striping the plush: Catch breath, hold finger tight: All delight hush. Dance, small grey thing Sleek in the warm sun: Roll around, to this, to that, -- Rare wormy fun!. Hot sun applauds thee: Warm fingers press To wake the small life within Thy rotund dress. Alack! Have years in cupboard, In chill and dark, Stifled thy discontent? Snufft thy spark? Liest thou stark, stiff, There in thy bed? Weep then a dirge for him; Poor bean's dead! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEONORA; A PANEGYRICAL POEM by JOHN DRYDEN PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 5 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 14 by OMAR KHAYYAM TO A PROFILE by BERNARD BARTON HARMONIE DU SOIR by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE FLIGHT OF TIME by J. K. BLAKE MY SON'S SON TO HIS SON'S SON - PERHAPS by MABEL RUTHERFORD BRIDGES |