'TIS sweet at dewy eve to rove When softly sighs the western breeze, And wandering 'mid the starlit grove To take a pinch of snuff and sneeze. 'Tis sweet to see in daisied field The flocks and herds their pleasure take; But sweeter are the joys they yield In tender chop and juicy steak. 'Tis sweet to hear the murmurous sound That from the vocal woods doth rise, To mark the pigeons wheeling round, And think how nice they'd be in pies. When nightingales pour from their throats Their gushing melody, 'tis sweet; Yet sweeter 'tis to catch the notes That issue from Threadneedle Street. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHITE NOCTURNE by CONRAD AIKEN COMING DOWN TO THE DESERT AT LORDBURG, N.M. by HAYDEN CARRUTH SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN WASSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SIXTEEN MONTHS by CARL SANDBURG THE BALINESE WITCH DOCTOR by KAREN SWENSON |