HERE in this sequester'd close Bloom the hyacinth and rose, Here beside the modest stock Flaunts the flaring hollyhock; Here, without a pang, one sees Ranks, conditions, and degrees. All the seasons run their race In this quiet resting-place; Peach and apricot and fig Here will ripen and grow big; Here is store and overplus, -- More had not Alcinous! Here, in alleys cool and green, Far ahead the thrush is seen; Here along the southern wall Keeps the bee his festival; All is quiet else -- afar Sounds of toil and turmoil are. Here be shadows large and long; Here be spaces meet for song; Grant, O garden-god, that I, Now that none profane is nigh, -- Now that mood and moment please, -- Find the fair Pierides! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIND ON THE HILLS by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER MYSELF by HARRIET ELLEN (GRANNIS) AREY CORSICA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LESSER ONES by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON FAMILIAR EPISTLES ON A SERMON, 'OFFICE & OPERATIONS OF HOLY SPIRIT': 2 by JOHN BYROM OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 6. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE SECOND EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |