LO! where the rosy-bosomed Hours, Fair Venus' train, appear, And wake the purple year! The Attic warbler pours her throat Responsive to the cuckoo's note, The untaught harmony of spring: While, whispering pleasure as they fly, Cool zephyrs through the clear blue sky Their gathered fragrance fling. Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader, browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'ercanopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclined in rustic state) How vain the ardor of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great! Still is the toiling hand of care; The panting herds repose: Yet hark, how through the peopled air The busy murmur glows! The insect youth are on the wing, Eager to taste the honeyed spring And float amid the liquid noon: Some lightly o'er the current skim, Some show their gayly gilded trim Quick-glancing to the sun. To Contemplation's sober eye Such is the race of man; And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began. Alike the busy and the gay But flutter through life's little day, In fortune's varying colors drest: Brushed by the hand of rough mischance Or chilled by age, their airy dance They leave, in dust to rest. Methinks I hear in accents low The sportive kind reply: Poor moralist! and what art thou? A solitary fly! Thy joys no glittering female meets, No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets, No painted plumage to display; On hasty wings thy youth is flown; Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone,-- We frolic while 't is May. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP by THOMAS MOORE THE BUBBLE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ADDRESS TO A STEAM-VESSEL by JOANNA BAILLIE OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 27 by THOMAS CAMPION SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 48 by BLISS CARMAN |