And is alas! poor Buckett gone Farewell convivial honest JOHN Oft at the well by fateful stroke Buckets like pitchers must be broke In this same motley shifting scene How various have thy fortunes been Today thy brim would overflow Thy bounty then would All supply To fill and drink and leave thee dry Tomorrow sunk as in a well Content unseen with Truth to dwell But high or low or wet or dry No rotten stave could malice spy Then rise immortal Bucket rise And claim thy station in the skies Twixt Amphora and Pisces shine Still guarding Stockbridge with thy sign | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THOMAS HARDY by CECIL DAY LEWIS FOREST FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST I SING OF LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER THE NEGRO'S TRAGEDY by CLAUDE MCKAY NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE |