MELODIOUS creature, happy in thy choice! That sitting on a bough Dost sing, 'Dear mate, my dear, come to me now'; And she obeys thy voice. Ah, could my songs such bliss procure! For mine could Cynthia ne'er allure: Nor have I wings like thee to fly, But must neglected lie; I cannot her to pity move, She scorns my songs, and me: While thou rejoicest all the grove (As well thou may'st) with melody, For thou art happy in thy love. No creature e'er could boast a perfect state, Unless to thee it may belong, Since Nature lib'rally supplies All thy infirmities, To thy weak organs gave a pow'rful song; Tho' small in size, thou art in Fortune great, Compar'd to mine, thy happiness is most complete. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EXTRACTS FROM AN OPERA: 2. DAISY'S SONG by JOHN KEATS THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET by JOHN KEATS SONNET: THE LORELEI by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH POEM FOR PICTURE: TO A DRAWING OF A HORSE BY GEORGIO DI CHIRICO by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. ON THE BACKWARDNESS OF THE SPRING 1771 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE ARCHERY MEETING by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY POETRY: WHAT IS IT? by LEVI BISHOP |