I IN these flowery meads would be, These crystal streams should solace me; To whose harmonious bubbling noise I, with my angle, would rejoice, Sit here, and see the turtle-dove Court his chaste mate to acts of love; Or, on that bank, feel the west-wind Breathe health and plenty; please my mind, To see sweet dew-drops kiss these flowers, And then washed off by April showers; Here, hear my Kenna sing a song: There, see a blackbird feed her young, Or a laverock build her nest; Here, give my weary spirits rest, And raise my low-pitched thoughts above Earth, or what poor mortals love. Thus, free from lawsuits, and the noise Of princes' courts, I would rejoice; Or, with my Bryan and a book, Loiter long days near Shawford brook; There sit by him, and eat my meat; There see the sun both rise and set; There bid good morning to next day; There meditate my time away; And angle on; and beg to have A quiet passage to a welcome grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIRES: 51. UPON NOTHING by JOHN WILMOT THE IVORY CRADLE by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER TWO SONNETS FROM NEW YORK: TOWERS by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER SONG OF AN ATOM by JOSEPHINE BARNETT THE AUTHOR OF 'THE GREAT ILLUSION' by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ON KNOWING WHEN TO STOP by L. J. BRIDGMAN HOME, SWEET HOME WITH VARIATIONS: 6. WALT WHITMAN by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER |