HASTE, my Nannette, my lovely maid, Haste to the bower thy swain has made; For thee alone I made the bower, And strewed the couch with many a flower. None but my sheep shall near us come: Venus be praised! my sheep are dumb! Great god of love, take thou my crook, To keep the wolf from Nannette's flock! Guard thou the sheep, to her so dear; My own, alas, are less my care. But, of the wolf if thou 'rt afraid, Come not to us to call for aid; For with her swain my love shall stay, Though the wolf prowl, and the sheep stray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A POET, WHO WOULD HAVE ME PRAISE CERTAIN BAD POETS, IMITATORS ... by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO MARY IN HEAVEN by ROBERT BURNS TWILIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELSA WERTMAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |