A GOAT who lent a ravished ear A Fiddle's harmony to hear, -- The while unconsciously his feet The viol's measures gayly beat, -- Unto a Horse, who near him stood, So rapt he quite forgot his food In the sweet music of the hour, (Such was the player's wondrous power!) Thus, when the witching strains were done, A boastful monologue begun: "My honest neighbor, do you know Whence came the sounds that charmed us so? The viol which so sweetly sings Owes all its music to the Strings; And those same strings -- be pleased to note -- Came from the bowels of a Goat! (A mate of mine you may have seen With me upon the village green; Where, side by side, we used to play Through many a pleasant summer's day.) And who can tell, my worthy friend, But I, some happy day, may lend The like assistance to the art Which has such power to charm the heart?" "True!" said the Nag; "but not alone Are strings required to give the tone The viol boasts; pray, do not I From my long tail the hairs supply With which the Bow so deftly brings The music from the stupid strings? The cost to me is surely small (A little fright, -- no pain at all). Then, for the pleasure that I give I have my payment while I live In conscious pride; while you, instead, Must wait for yours till you are dead!" MORAL. Some authors thus, who vainly strive For fame while they are yet alive, Write on, in hope that after death Their works may win applauding breath! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DOUBLE BALLAD OF GOOD COUNSEL by FRANCOIS VILLON TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE LEGEND OF RABBI BEN LEVY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE GRASSHOPPER; TO MY NOBLE FRIEND MR. CHARLES COTTON by RICHARD LOVELACE SNOW OR SNOWDROPS? by MATHILDE BLIND MUFFLED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN JEWELLED OFFERING by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |