Come, prethee, leave the Courts, And range the Fields with me; A thousand pretty Rural sports I'le here invent for thee. Involv'd in blissful innocence Wee'l spend the shining day, Untoucht with that mean influence The duller world obey. About the flowry Plains wee'l rove As gay and unconfin'd As are inspir'd by thee and love The saleys of my mind. Now seated by a lovely Stream Where beauteous Mermaids haunt, My Song, while William is my Theam, Shall them and thee inchant. Then in some gentle, soft retreat, Secure as Venus' Groves, We'l all the charming things repeat That introduc'd our loves. I'le pluck fresh Garlands for thy brows, Sweet as a Zephir's breath, As far and well-design'd as those The Elisyum Lovers wreath. And, like those happy Lovers, we, As careless and as blest, Shall, in each others converse, be Of the whole world possest. Then prethee, Phillis, leave the Courts, And range the Fields with me, Since I so many harmless sports Can here procure for thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE SALE OF MY FARM by ROBERT FROST TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ATELIER CEZANNE by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MANY SOLDIERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PRESIDENT GARFIELD by GEORGE SANTAYANA |