FROM pompous life's dull masquerade, From Pride's pursuits, and Passion's war, Far, my Cordelia, very far, To thee and me may Heaven assign The silent pleasures of the shade, The joys of peace, unenvied, though divine! Safe in the calm embowering grove, As thy own lovely brow serene; Behold the world's fantastic scene! What low pursuits employ the great, What tinsel things their wishes move, The forms of Fashion, and the toys of State. In vain are all Contentment's charms, Her placid mien, her cheerful eye; For look, Cordelia, how they fly! Allured by power, applause, or gain, They fly her kind protecting arms; Ah, blind to pleasure, and in love with pain! Turn and indulge a fairer view; Smile on the joys which here conspire— O joys harmonious as my lyre! O prospect of enchanting things, As ever slumbering poet knew, When Love and Fancy wrapp'd him in their wings! Here, no ride storm of passion blows, But sports, and smiles, and virtues play, Cheer'd by affection's purest ray; The air still breathes contentment's balm, And the clear stream of pleasure flows For ever active, yet for ever calm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE GIRL LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE VISIONS: 4. A ROSE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) WHEN FIRST MY WAY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN AIR: 'CAPTAIN JINKS' by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 1 by LUCY AIKEN DROWNED IN HARBOUR by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA |