I met three Quakers on a hill, And thee'd and thou'd with them until I thought I was a Quaker, too, And Quakers all the birds that flew And Quakers all the trees that stood Like little angels being good, Whilst Quaker thoughts paced through my brain Like Quaker maidens down a lane. Alas, a solemn goat came by, And butted me, and closed his eye; And not a Quaker I could quote Would make him be a Quaker goat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHERHOOD (2) by EDWIN MARKHAM THE POLAR QUEST by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TO MARY UNWIN by WILLIAM COWPER A NYMPH'S PASSION by BEN JONSON THE CONGO by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY AT MAGNOLIA CEMETERY by HENRY TIMROD THE SONG OF THE ILL-BELOVED; TO PAUL LEAUTARD by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |