@3Dance now and sing; the joy and love we owe Let cheerful voices and glad gestures show: The Queen of grace is she whom we receive: Honour and state are her guides, Her presence they can never leave. Then in a stately sylvan form salute Her ever-flowing grace; Fill all the woods with echoed welcomes, And strew with flowers this place; Let every bough and plant fresh blossoms yield, And all the air refine: Let pleasure strive to please our goddess, For she is all divine.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA POPPIES by HILDA DOOLITTLE VASHTI by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER ARNOLD [VON] WINKELRIED by JAMES MONTGOMERY THE MERRY SUMMER MONTHS by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL MACGREGOR'S GATHERING by WALTER SCOTT SUNDAY MORNING by WALLACE STEVENS TWO WOMEN by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS THE SISTER'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SPLENDID ISOLATION; A MORAL FROM LEXINTON, 1775 by KATHARINE LEE BATES |