Go--thou art all unfit to share <br />The pleasures of this place <br />With such as its old tenants are, <br />Creatures of gentler race. <br />The squirrel here his hoard provides, <br />Aware of wintry storms, <br />And woodpeckers explore the sides <br />Of rugged oaks for worms. <br />The sheep here smooths the knotted thorn <br />With frictions of her fleece; <br />And here I wander eve and morn, <br />Like her, a friend to peace. <br />Ah!—I could pity thee exiled <br />From this secure retreat— <br />I would not lose it to be styled <br />The happiest of the great. <br />But thou canst taste no calm delight; <br />Thy pleasure is to show <br />Thy magnanimity in fight, <br />Thy prowess—therefore, go— <br />I care not whether east or north, <br />So I no more may find thee; <br />The angry muse thus sings thee forth, <br />And claps the gate behind thee.<br /><br />William Cowper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-mischievous-bull-which-the-owner-him-sold-at-the-author-s-instance/
