c: Damon, come drive thy flocks this way d: No: 'tis too late they went astray. c: I have a grassy Scutcheon spy'd, Where Flora blazons all her pride. The Grass I aim to feast thy Sheep: The Flow'rs I for thy Temples keep. d: Grass withers; and the Flow'rs too fade. c: Seize the short Joyes then, ere they vade. Seest thou that unfrequented Cave? d: That den? c: Loves Shrine. d:But Virtue's Grave. c: In whose cool bosome we may lye Safe from the Sun. d: Not Heaven's Eye. c: Near this, a Fountaines liquid Bell Tinkles within the concave Shell. d: Might a Soul bath there and be clean, Or slake its Drought? c: What is't you mean? d: These once had been enticing things, Clorinda, Pastures, Caves, and Springs. c: And what late change? d: The other day Pan met me. c: What did great Pan say? d: Words that transcend poor Shepherds skill, But He ere since my Songs does fill: And his Name swells my slender Oate. c: Sweet must Pan sound in Damons Note. d: Clorinda's voice might make it sweet. c: Who would not in Pan's Praises meet? Chorus Of Pan the flowry Pastures sing, Caves eccho, and the Fountains ring. Sing then while he doth us inspire; For all the World is our Pan's Quire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN HOSPITAL: 28. DISCHARGED by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 20. EVER PRESENT by PHILIP AYRES ON THE DEATH OF JAZZ by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS NEWS OF THE WORLD: 2 by GEORGE BARKER CIVILL WARR by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PSALM 26. JUDICA ME DEUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |