Glory and Loveliness have passed away; For if we wander out in early morn, No wreathed incense do we see upborne Into the east, to meet the smiling day: No crowd of nymphs soft voic'd and young, and gay, In woven baskets bringing ears of corn, Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adorn The shrine of Flora in her early May. But there are left delights as high as these, And I shall ever bless my destiny, That in a time, when under pleasant trees Pan is no longer sought, I feel a free, A leafy luxury, seeing I could please, With these poor offerings, a man like thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITHALAMIUM by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN MAN, THE MAN-HUNTER by CARL SANDBURG TO HIS DEAD BODY by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE QUAKER WIDOW by BAYARD TAYLOR TO THE QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 2. ON THE WINTER SOLSTICE, 1740 by MARK AKENSIDE |