Sweet Amarillis, by a Spring's Soft and soule-melting murmurings, Slept; and thus sleeping, thither flew A Robin-Red-brest; who at view, Not seeing her at all to stir, Brought leaves and mosse to cover her: But while he, perking, there did prie About the Arch of either eye; The lid began to let out day; At which poore Robin flew away: And seeing her not dead, but all disleav'd; He chirpt for joy, to see himself disceav'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MORNING THOUGHT by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL AN EVENING LULL by WALT WHITMAN NIGHT LAUGHTER by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) TO ONE WHO DIED LAST YEAR by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD I SHALL BE SATISFIED by MARTIN BEHEMB |