@3CHIDE not if here you haply find The rough romance of country love; I sing as well the brook and wind, The green below, the blue above. Here shall you read of spreading cress, The velvet of the sparrow's neck; Sometimes shall glance the glowing tress, And Laura's snow without a speck; The crab that sets the mouth awry, The chestnut with its domes of pink; The splendid palace of the sky, The pool where drowsy cattle drink; The stack where Colin hides to catch The milkmaid with her beaded load; The singing lark, a poet's match, That travels up the great blue road; The cherry whence the blackbird bold Steals ruby mouthfuls at his ease; The glory of laburnum gold, The valiant piping of the breeze;— All, all are here. The rustic Muse Shall sing the pansy and the thrush; Ah, chide not if she sometimes choose The country love, the country blush!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I'M GOING BACK TO SOMETHING by DAVID IGNATOW LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BROTHERLY LOVE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BOTHWELL: PART 3 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SONG: 3 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THEMISTA'S REPROOF by RICHARD BRATHWAITE |