Classic and Contemporary Poetry

COUNTRY MUSIC, by PLATO Poet's Biography
First Line: Come sit aneath this pinetree, whose lofty tressed crown
Last Line: And lull thy dreamy eyelids to sweet forgetful bliss.

COME sit aneath this pinetree, whose lofty tressed crown
Sighs as her tufty sprays stir to the west wind's kiss:
And with the babbling waters my flute thy care shall drown,
And lull thy dreamy eyelids to sweet forgetful bliss.