A Parrot to an Eagle came And boasted that he knew The language and the ways of men And things both old and new. The Eagle looked him up and down With eyes like burning coal: "Fly with me then towards the sun And hear the thunders roll." "I am afraid," the Parrot said, The Eagle laughed full high: -- "That is a word I have not read In air or sea or sky. "Back to your perch; these lonely heights Were not for Parrots made; I would not leave my Eagle flights To learn to be afraid." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO-MORROW TO FRESH WOODS AND PASTURES NEW' by AMY LOWELL TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |