ALL the wide world now I sway And my subject realm survey; Mortals all to me shall bring Votive prayer and offering. For the whole earth I defend, All her thriving fruits I tend; One and all I slay the brood That preys on every ripening bud, Sits on trees and sucks their fruit, Or mining saps the secret root. Through the damask gardens I Seize the reptile, chase the fly, Whoe'er with harmful power presume To waste the sweets or soil the bloom; Crushed by my wing the felons lie. Happy race of birds, that wear No fleece to fend the winter's air; Nor can summer's beaming ray Scorch us through the sultry day. Bosomed deep in leafy green Us the flowery meadows screen, While the shrill cicala cries Rapt in noontide ecstasies. When the wintry time is come In hollow caves I make my home And with hill-top nymphs delight; Then with spring the grounds invite Of garden-plots the Graces till; Browsing there we crop our fill Of myrtle-berries maiden-white. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FORSAKEN MERMAN by MATTHEW ARNOLD AN INVOCATION; SONG, FR. REMORSE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TO THE DANDELION by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL STANZAS, OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF A RELATIVE ABROAD by BERNARD BARTON JULY FOURTH; 1867 by LEVI BISHOP THE JUNGFRAU'S CRY by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE SONNET ON MOOR PARK - WRITTEN AT PARIS, MAY 11, 1826 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |