HE gathered cherry-stones, and carved them quaintly Into fine semblances of flies and flowers; With subtle skill, he even imaged faintly The forms of tiny maids and ivied towers. His little blocks he loved to file and polish; And ampler means he asked not, but despised. All art but cherry-stones he would abolish, For then his genius would be rightly prized. For such rude hands as dealt with wrongs and passions, And throbbing hearts, he had a pitying smile; Serene his way through surging years and fashions, While Heaven gave him his cherry-stones and file! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR VERSE (1914) by EZRA POUND SONNET by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE EXILE TO HIS WIFE by JOSEPH BRENAN A CHANNEL PASSAGE by RUPERT BROOKE A DEATH IN THE DESERT by ROBERT BROWNING THE MOON by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES HAIL COLUMBIA by JOSEPH HOPKINSON IPHIGENEIA AND AGAMEMNON, FR. THE HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR |