O NOSE! thou rudder in my face's centre, Since I must follow thee until I die -- Since we are bound together by indenture, The master thou, and the apprentice I, O be to your Telemachus a Mentor, Though oft invisible, for ever nigh; Guard him from all disgrace and misadventure, From hostile tweak, or love's blind mastery. So shalt thou quit the city's stench and smoke, For hawthorn lanes and copses of young oak, Scenting the gales of heaven that have not yet Lost their fresh fragrance, since the morning broke, And breath of flowers "with rosy May-dews wet," The primrose, cowslip, blue-bell, violet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLAYING JACKS IN BHAKTAPUR by KAREN SWENSON A WINTER WISH by ROBERT HINCKLEY MESSINGER THE YOUNG MAY MOON by THOMAS MOORE TO A LADY: SHE REFUSING TO CONTINUE A DISPUTE WITH ME by MATTHEW PRIOR THE WELCOME by FARID OD-DIN MOHAMMAD EBN EBRAHIM ATTAR WE'LL GO NO MORE THE WOODLAND WAY by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE UNREASONABLE REASON by JOSEPH BEAUMONT SHE WAS A BEAUTY by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER ON BEING ASKED WHAT WAS THE 'ORIGIN OF LOVE' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |