Classic Poem

Nothing Perfect

Scorn not our verse, because it might soar higher.
What 's perfect on poor earth! Is not the bird
At whose sweet song the forests ache with love,
Shorn of all beauty? Is the bittern's cry
As merry as the lark's? the lark's as soft
As the lost cuckoo's? Nay, the lion hath
His fault? and the elephant, (tho' sage as wisdom,)
May grieve he lacks the velvet of the pard.EnglishShort Poems