Such water do the gods distil, And pour down every hill For their New England men; A draught of this wild nectar bring, And I'll not taste the spring Of Helicon again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY CHRISTMAS by GEORGE HERBERT THE SOWER AND HIS SEED by WILLIAM EDWARD HARTPOLE LECKY THE BURNING BABE by ROBERT SOUTHWELL WILLIE AND HELEN by HEW AINSLIE ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 4. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND, IN THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE |