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Like the last orphan leaf of naked tree Which shudders in bleak autumn; though by thee, Of hearing careless and untutored eyes, Not understood articulate speech of men, Nor marked the artificial mind of books, —The mortal's voice eternized by the pen,— Yet hast thou thought and language all unknown To Babel's scholars; oft intensest looks, Long scrutiny o'er some dark-veined stone Dost thou bestow, learning dead mysteries Of the world's birth-day, oft in eager tone With quick-tailed fellows bandiest prompt replies, Solicitudes canine, four-footed amities. Back Home |