Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SPRING, by JOHANN CHRISTIAN GUNTHER First Line: Shy little one, elysium's here Last Line: Elected us for lover's mirth! Subject(s): Spring | ||||||||
SHY little one, Elysium's here, So rest; the west wind in the lime Is musical; no care is near These woods and meadows of the prime; Where garlands of our solitude Back to the pebbled water sing No peering malice may intrude Upon the happy rites of spring. Your discipline of cloistered youth, The virgin promise of your breast, Are pretty snares whereby in truth I am love's minion confessed; Fear not the touch of my desire, But in your bosom let it play, Till you, sweet novice, shall aspire To yet more absolute a sway. Why is the colour in your cheeks? Nay, nay, I wrong you not, I swear; Love has his paradise, and seeks Your innocence and beauty there; In faith, your captive though I be, Follow my wit, and you shall find How prodigal a lord is he In resolution to be kind. The earth is all fertility, Her paramours your doctrines are, Your parables to profit by, How love is joy's familiar; Why are we met beneath our lime? How was the purpose of our birth? Who tells the processes of time Elected us for lover's mirth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING LEMONADE by TONY HOAGLAND A SPRING SONG by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN SPRING'S RETURN by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SPRING FLOODS by MAURICE BARING SPRING IN WINTER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SPRING ON THE PRAIRIE by HERBERT BATES THE FARMER'S BOY: SPRING by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD |
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