The Mushroom is the Elf of Plants - At Evening, it is not - At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop upon a Spot As if it tarried always And yet its whole Career Is shorter than a Snake's Delay And fleeter than a Tare - 'Tis Vegetation's Juggler - The Germ of Alibi - Doth like a Bubble antedate And like a Bubble, hie - I feel as if the Grass was pleased To have it intermit - This surreptitious scion Of Summer's circumspect. Had Nature any supple Face Or could she one contemn - Had Nature an Apostate - That Mushroom - it is Him! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VICARIOUS ATONEMENT by RICHARD ALDINGTON ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL THE DECISION (APRIL 14, 1861) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ISAIAH, JEREMIAH, EXEKIEL, DANIEL by MARIANNE MOORE PLEASURE MIXED WITH PAIN by THOMAS WYATT THE SHADOWY WATERS: A DRAMATIC POEM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |