At morning on the garden seat I dearly love to drink and eat; To drink and eat, to drink and sing, At morning, in the time of spring. In winter honest men retire And sup their possets by the fire; But when the spring comes round again, you see, The garden breakfast pleases me. The morning star that melts on high, The fires that cleanse the changing sky, The dew and perfumes all declare It is the hour to banish care. The air that smells so new and sweet, All put me in the cue to eat. A pot at five, a crust at four, At half past six a pottle more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPIGRAM: PERJURY by ROBERT NUGENT JUBILATE AGNO: GARDNER'S TALENT by CHRISTOPHER SMART EMPTYING ASHES by MAXWELL ANDERSON THE COMPLETE MISANTHROPIST by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP THE SONG OF WILLI by MATHILDE BLIND |