AH! blest be the days when with Mira I took The learning of Love ... When we pluck'd the wild blossoms that blush'd in the grass, And I taught my dear maid of their species and class; For Conway, the friend of mankind, had decreed That Hudson should show us the wealth of the mead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANDERINGS OF OISIN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS CROSSING THE PLAINS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER DANSE RUSSE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE ROSE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DON'T BE DOWN-HEARTED (A PHILOSOPHIC POME) by BERTON BRALEY |