WHILE I watch the Christmas blaze Paint the room with ruddy rays, Something makes my vision glide To the frosty scene outside. There, to reach a rotting berry, Toils a thrush, - constrained to very Dregs of food by sharp distress, Taking such with thankfulness. Why, O starving bird, when I One day's joy would justify, And put misery out of view, Do you make me notice you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEDICATION IN THESE DAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THOMAS HARDY by CECIL DAY LEWIS FLOWER GUIDANCE by ROBERT FROST WHAT WE SAID THE LIGHT SAID by JAMES GALVIN DOMESTIC SONG by DAVID IGNATOW |