On Being Asked to Write a School Hymn
On a starless night and
Underneath a sleeping
Comes the cry of sheep and
From the slaughter house to mine
On a starless night and
Underneath a sleeping
Comes the cry of sheep and
From the slaughter house to mine
If I could write
Like leaves on an autumn forest floor,
What a bonfire my letters would make
If I could speak words of water,
To Griggs, that learned man, in many a bygone session, His kids were his delight, and physics his profession; Now Griggs, grown old and glum, and less intent on knowledge, Physics himself at home, and sends his kids to college
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance
'The night wind revolves in the sky and sings
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
"I write about the butterfly, It is a pretty thing; And flies about like the birds, But it does not sing
"First it is a little grub, And then it is a nice yellow cocoon, And then the butterfly Eats its way out soon
"They l...
Some act of Love's bound to reherse,
I thought to bind him, in my verse:
Which when he felt,
Away (quoth he)Can Poets hope to fetter me