When I with lilies do adorn my head, And dress my face by pleasant silver brook, When I my snowy flock do gently lead, And guide their steps with willing shepherd's hook, When I with daffodils do garlands make, And therewith have my back and arms enshrin'd, When I to oaten pipe do me betake, To tell of my Azile, and her mind, When I so oft with flowers my hands have drest, What was it but to please Azile best? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHARITAS NIMIA; OR THE DEAR BARGAIN by RICHARD CRASHAW SIMMENTHAL by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS THE DEATH-BED by SIEGFRIED SASSOON ON THE RHINE by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNET: 8. TO THE RIVER ITCHIN, NEAR WINTON by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES BUT THERE ARE WINGS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN SOWINGS by MILLARD FILLMORE BUMGARNER LAMENT OF MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS, ON THE APPROACH OF SPRING by ROBERT BURNS |