Turn to yon vale beneath, whose tangled shade Excludes the blazing torch of noon-day light, Where sportive Fawns, and dimpled Loves invite, The bower of Pleasure opens to the glade: Lulled by soft flutes, on leaves of violets laid, There witching beauty greets the ravished sight, More gentle than the arbitress of night In all her silvery panoply arrayed! The birds breathe bliss! light zephyrs kiss the ground, Stealing the hyacinth's divine perfume; While from the pellucid fountains glittering round, Small tinkling rills bid rival flow'rets bloom! @3Here@1, laughing Cupids bathe the bosom's wound; @3There@1, tyrant passion finds a glorious tomb! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE WEAR THE MASK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A TRIBUTE OF GRASSES by HAMLIN GARLAND THE BLUE-FLAG IN THE BOG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY WRITTEN IN THE BEGINNING OF MEZERAY'S HISTORY OF FRANCE by MATTHEW PRIOR THE WHITE CHARGER by ABUS SALT DRUM TAPS TO HEAVEN by JAMES CHURCH ALVORD BEHIND TIME by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |