THE budding floweret blushes at the light: The meads are sprinkled with the yellow hue; In daisied mantles is the mountain dight; The slim young cowslip bendeth with the dew; The trees enleafed, into heaven straught When gentle winds do blow, to whistling din are brought The evening comes and brings the dew along; The ruddy welkin sheeneth to the eyne; Around the ale-stake minstrels sing the song; Young ivy round the doorpost doth entwine; I lay me on the grass; yet, to my will, Albeit all is fair, there lacketh something still. So Adam thought, what time, in Paradise, All heaven and earth did homage to his mind. In woman and none else man's pleasaunce lies, As instruments of joy are kind with kind. Go, take a wife unto thine arms, and see Winter and dusky hills will have a charm for thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY by ROBERT BURNS APOLLO by THOMAS HOLLEY CHIVERS THE SHRINE OF VENUS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON MON REPOS (MY MOTHER'S GIRLHOOD HOME) by ALFRED BARRETT UMBRAE PUELLULARUM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |