Come, soft Eolian harp, while zephyr plays Along the meek vibration of thy strings, As twilight's hand her modest mantle brings, Blending with sober gray, the western blaze! O! prompt my Phaon's dreams with tend'rest lays, Ere night o'ershade thee with its humid wings, While the lorn Philomel his sorrow sings In leafy cradle, red with parting rays! Slow let thy dulcet tones on ether glide, So steals the murmur of the amorous dove; The mazy legions swarm on every side, To lulling sounds the sunny people move! Let not the wise their little world deride, The smallest sting can wound the breast of Love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NATIONALITY by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS SHILLIN' A DAY by RUDYARD KIPLING THE DESPAIRING LOVER by WILLIAM WALSH (1663-1707) LEAVES A-VALLEN by WILLIAM BARNES VERSES TO A FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON THE WET MONTH by HENRY BATAILLE AND THE DREAMERS OF DREAMS by JOHN OSCAR BECK THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 34. REMINDING HER OF A PROMISE (2) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |