SERVING no haughty Muse, my hands have here Disposed some cultured Flowerets (drawn from spots Where they bloomed singly, or in scattered knots), Each kind in several beds of one parterre; Both to allure the casual Loiterer, And that, so placed, my Nurslings may requite Studious regard with opportune delight, Nor be unthanked, unless I fondly err. But metaphor dismissed, and thanks apart, Reader, farewell! My last words let them be -- If in this book Fancy and Truth agree; If simple Nature trained by careful Art Through It have won a passage to thy heart; Grant me thy love, I crave no other fee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAYS TOO SHORT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES FRED ENGLEHARDT'S BABY by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS VILLANELLE OF CITY AND COUNTRY by ZOE AKINS SS. SIMON & JUDE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT MID-OCEAN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A FARM NEAR ZILLEBEKE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SONNET by ETIENNE DE LA BOETIE THE GREAT ADVENTURE (WITH ACKNOWLEDGMENTS TO GEORGE MATTHEW ADAMS) by BERTON BRALEY |