COME, dainty maid, come, leave your books, And give the day to me; Your knitted brow and distant looks For these few hours let be. Your beauty shall not always stay, Your loveliness delight; May even now hastes on her way And sunshine leads to night. The treasures of your mind and heart, Got freely, freely give, Nor follow Science when an Art Allures you -- how to live. Upon your laboratory shelf Let hidden problems wait; Find the sweet mystery of yourself Ere it evaporate. Come, rest beside the singing stream; Give me your rarest hour; Till May, in blue and green, shall dream You are another flower. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A CYCLAMEN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE WINDS OF FATE by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX BILLY, HE'S IN TROUBLE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 8. ON LEAVING HOLLAND by MARK AKENSIDE A MODERN SAPPHO by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE BLACKBIRD by WILLIAM BARNES WILD WEATHER by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE SPIDER AND THE BEE (A TALE FOR THE TIMES) by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |