Fresh from the page of Virgil's Pollio I look'd abroad upon the wintry land, And there I saw two dingy wethers stand Beside a patch of soil'd and thawing snow. With Maro's vision burning on mine eyes, Alas! I said, how meagre is the view! No wondrous ram with his spontaneous dyes, No bright Amomum with its eastern hue! But winter soon will pass, nor shall we need Assyrian flowers to deck our May and June; No sheep have we of that transcendent stock; But Agnes, merriest of our household flock, Will take a change of shawls into the mead, And shift at will from saffron to maroon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAWN OF EVENING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE CITY SMOKE by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE STREAMS by FRANCES BROWN (1816-1864) THE FIRSTBORN by ARCHIBALD YOUNG CAMPBELL THE BARREN MOORS by WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING (1817-1901) FEAR by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE LINES FROM A NOTEBOOK - JUNE 1806 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |