NATURE How young and fresh am I tonight, To see it kept day by so much light, And twelve my sons stand in their maker's sight! Help, wise Prometheus, something must be done, To show they are the creatures of the sun; That each to other Is a brother, And Nature here no step-dame, but a mother. CHORUS Come forth, come forth, prove all the numbers then, That make perfection up, and may absolve you men. NATURE But show thy winding ways and arts, Thy risings and thy timely starts, Of stealing fire from ladies' eyes and hearts. Those softer circles are the young man's heaven, And there more orbs and planets are than seven, To know whose motion Were a notion As worthy of youth's study as devotion. CHORUS Come forth, come forth, prove all the time will gain, For Nature bids the best, and never bade in vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOEL: CHRISTMAS EVE, 1913 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 2. HEAT by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER KATIE LEE AND WILLIE GREY by JOSIE R. HUNT ROBINSON CRUSOE by MOTHER GOOSE THE OLD HOKUM BUNCOMBE by ROBERT EMMET SHERWOOD |