Ioye that Alone with better bayes and mirtle bowes and highest dayes Crownest thy kinglie browes Come come alonge to day with me welcome the flower of Royaltie Home to his natiue howse Now doe thy best and more then all To make a merry festiuall Oh now or neuer doot All the day longe feast dance play and singe And Spend vpon this reualinge Thy nimblest handes and feete Call to thee all thy lightheeld trayne Nimphes and phares of the playne And bid them trip it round And cause the cirkles of the Skyes Answare the cherminge melodyes In there consorted sounde Still may the burden be welcome welcome greate king to thy first home Then add vnto the rest Good speede home to thy other home That count the hower whilest thou art gone And vse to loue the best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LATE SINGER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS BURIAL OF MOSES by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER RETURNING, WE HEAR THE LARKS by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE FISHER'S BOY by HENRY DAVID THOREAU COMPOSED AT NEIDPATH CASTLE, 1803 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO MRS. PRIESTLEY, WITH SOME DRAWINGS OF BIRDS AND INSECTS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 37. NOLI AEMULARI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE JOURNEY by ANNE MILLAY BREMER EPIGRAM TO DON ANTONIO, KING OF PORTUGAL by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |