I
The sun, with his great eye,
Sees not so much as I;
And the moon, all silver-proud,
Might as well be in a cloud.
II
And O the spring- the spring
I lead the life of a king!
Couch'd in the teeming grass,
I spy each pretty lass.
III
I look where no one dares,
And I stare where no one stares,
And when the night is nigh,
Lambs bleat my lullaby
Sun is having great eyes. Very interesting and amazing sharing done definitely. Fantastic sharing done.10
This is hilarious. A small daisy, blooming luxuriously in a spring meadow. The yellow center of the delicate flower, a combination of the pupil and iris surrounded by the white petals of the sclera. All innocence as it peers upward, day and night, just waiting for a pretty girl to walk over it. The original up-skirt pervert. Perfectly charming. I hope it knows it's going to be on that lamb's menu the next day.
a poem that dares to look and say it's ok? ............well penned
A brilliant piece of poetry, sun, spring and night all have their part! ! ! A glorious poem! !
I look where no one dares, And I stare where no one stares, And when the night is nigh, Lambs bleat my lullaby A happy carefree life well described.
The great classical master that Keats is.... this poem shows us a glimpse of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.........most fabulous, love this ★