Who fancied what a pretty sight This Rock would be if edged around With living snow-drops? circlet bright! How glorious to this orchard-ground! Who loved the little Rock, and set Upon its head this coronet? Was it the humour of a chilD? Or rather of some gentle maid, Whose brows, the day that she was styled The shepherd-queen, were thus arrayed? Of man mature, or matron sage? Or old man toying with his age! I asked--'twas whispered; the device To each and all might well belong: It is the Spirit of Paradise That gives to all the self-same bent Where life is wise and innocent | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAR IS KIND: 12 by STEPHEN CRANE STEVENSON'S BIRTHDAY by KATHERINE WISE MILLER ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 63 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE WATERFALL by HENRY VAUGHAN TO WAKEN AN OLD LADY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE LITTLE CROSS by EDITH AGNEW |