WINGED mimic of the woods! thou motley fool! <br />Who shall thy gay buffoonery describe? <br />Thine ever ready notes of ridicule <br />Pursue thy fellows still with jest and gibe. <br />Wit, sophist, songster, Yorick of thy tribe, <br />Thou sportive satirist of Nature’s school, <br />To thee the palm of scoffing we ascribe, <br />Arch-mocker and mad Abbot of Misrule! <br />For such thou art by day—but all night long <br />Thou pourest a soft, sweet, pensive, solemn strain, <br />As if thou didst in this thy moonlight song <br />Like to the melancholy Jacques complain, <br />Musing on falsehood, folly, vice, and wrong, <br />And sighing for thy motley coat again.<br /><br />Richard Henry Wilde<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-mocking-bird/
