AH! could my Agnes rove these favourite shades, With mirth and friendship in the Cambrian vale, In mossy dells, or wild romantic glades, Where flowers uncultured scent the sportive gale; And could she wander at the morning hour, To hail with me, the blest return of May; Or linger sweetly in the woodbine bower, When early dews begem the weeping spray; Ah! soon her cheek the lovely mantling bloom Of sprightly youth, and pleasure, would disclose; Her lip the smile of Hebe would resume, And wear the blushes of the vernal rose; And soon would cherub health with lively grace, Beam in her eye, and animate her face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWO SAYINGS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING UP AT A VILLA - DOWN IN THE CITY by ROBERT BROWNING WHEN DEY 'LISTED COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FELICIA HEMANS by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON MUSIC; AND THE SAVAGE BREAST by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |