LED by kind stars one ev'ning to the grove, I spied my Cynthia in the Walk of Love; Her heav'nly voice did soon salute my ears, I heard, methought, the Music of the Spheres. Those notes on all the birds had laid a spell, And list'ning 'mongst the rest was Philomel; Who thinking she, in credit, suffer'd wrong, Strove, tho' in vain, to equal Cynthia's song: But when herself, in voice, outdone she knew, Being griev'd, she ceas'd, and from her rival flew, I stay'd and saw my fair walk round the tree, And sing her triumph for the victory. Thus whilst my ears were feasted with delight, My eyes no less were charm'd at her angelic sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOON ON FORRESTER'S POND by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST NOTES FOR THE FIRST LINE OF A SPANISH POEM by JAMES GALVIN SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN ADMETUS; TO MY FRIEND RALPH WALDO EMERSON by EMMA LAZARUS SUGGESTED BY THE COVER OF A VOLUME OF KEATS'S POEMS by AMY LOWELL |