Jacob
HE dwelt among "apartments let,"
About five stories high;
A man I thought that none would get,
And very few would try.
A boulder, by a larger stone
Half hidden in the mud,
Fair as a man when only one
Is in the neighborhood.
He lived unknown, and few could tell
When Jacob was not free;
But he has got a wife,--and O!
The difference to me!
Phoebe Cary’s other poems:
- The Leak in the Dike
- Ballad of the Canal
- When Lovely Woman
- The Prairie on Fire
- Shakesperian Readings
Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):
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