As I was walking,
Thyme sweet to my nose,
Green grasshoppers talking,
Rose rivalling rose:
And wing, like amber,
Dispread in light,
As from bush to bush
Linnet took flight:
Master Rabbit I saw
In the shadow-rimmed mouth
Of his sandy cavern,
Looking out to the South.
'Twas dew-tide coming;
The turf was sweet
To nostril, curved tooth,
And wool-soft feet.
Sun was in West;
Crystal in beam
Of its golden shower
Did his round eye gleam.
Lank human was I,
And a foe, poor soul—
Snowy flit of a scut,
He was into his hole,
And—stamp, stamp, stamp!
Through dim labyrinths clear,
The whole world darkened,
A murderer near.
A loveliest created poem consisting of 5-6 syllables make this poem sound more like a Song, sweet song walking through the labyrinth with the killer near. Eerie word makes the poem sounds darkest. Excellent Classic Poem Of The day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He has a way to write as if we were, walking together.