Poetry Index

Comparison

The sky of brightest gray seems dark
To one whose sky was ever white.
To one who never knew a spark,
Thro' all his life, of love or light,
The grayest cloud seems over bright.

The robin sounds a beggar's note
Where one the nightingale has heard,
But he, for whom no silver throat,
Its liquid music ever stirred,
Deems robin still the sweetest bird.

This poem appears in the following book(s):

Lyrics of Lowly Life, Majors and Minors