Of Folly weary, shrinking from the view Of Violence and Fraud, allow'd to take All peace from humble life; I would forsake Their haunts for ever, and, sweet Nymph! with you Find shelter; where my tired, and tear-swoln eyes, Among your silent shades of soothing hue, Your "bells and florets of unnumber'd dyes" Might rest -- And learn the bright varieties That from your lovely hands are fed with dew; And every veined leaf, that trembling sighs In mead or woodland; or in wilds remote, Or lurk with mosses in the humid caves, Mantle the cliffs, on dimpling rivers float, Or stream from coral rocks beneath the Ocean waves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CINQUAIN: SUSANNA AND THE ELDERS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY BLIGHTERS by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE BALLAD OF A DAFT GIRL by DOROTHY ALDIS S. BARTHOLOMEW by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE CHASE OF THE METAPHOR by RICHARD BLACKMORE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 41 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH ST. PAUL'S DAY, 1925 by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |