ONE, amongst flowers, green leaves, and the cool grass Takes his delight, and pleasant hours does pass, This in a cave can rest, or quiet grove, And that in wars forgets the thoughts of Love: Some vent their sighs to th' air, and ease do find, A spring may quench the fever of the mind. But to my grief no remedy can bring, Flowers, Leaves, Grass, Cave, Grove, Wars, the Air, nor Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD COMFORT IN AFFLICTION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE LOST GODS ABIDING by WILLIAM ROSE BENET MY DEMAND by MARION L. BERTRAND YOUTH'S AMBITION by ANNA GRACE BOYLES |