Methinks I see, with what a busy haste Zacchaeus climbed the tree. But oh how fast, How full of speed, canst thou imagine, when Our Savior called, he powdered down again! He ne'er made trial if the boughs were sound Or rotten, nor how far 'twas to the ground. There was no danger feared: at such a call, He'll venture nothing, that dare fear a fall. Needs must he down, by such a spirit driven; Nor could he fall, unless he fell to heaven. Down came Zacchaeus ravished from the tree: Bird that was shot ne'er dropped so quick as he. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER WIND by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT FUCHSIA HEDGES IN CONNACHT by PADRAIC COLUM A BALLAD OF LONDON (TO H.W. MASSINGHAM) by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE THE PROGRESS OF POETRY by JONATHAN SWIFT A SONG: REVENGE AGAINST CYNTHIA by PHILIP AYRES DEATH AND THE MONK by ARTHUR E. BAKER |