ALONG the river's side did Cynthia stray, More like a Goddess, than a Nymph, at play; The flood stopt to behold her; pleas'd to see't, She to its kisses yields her naked feet. Brisk air saluted her, ne'er stay'd to woo; The very boughs reach'd to be toying too; The little birds came thronging to admire, And for her entertainment made a choir: The meadows smile, and joy surrounds the place, As if all things were infl'enc'd by her face; The grass and leaves take freshness from her eyes, And as of lesser force, Sol's beams despise. No herb press'd by her foot but blossoms straight, Flowers, for her touch to ripen them, do wait; They, from her hand, new fragrancy do yield, Her presence fills with perfumes all the field. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 2. HEAT by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER CHURCH MONUMENTS by GEORGE HERBERT A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE CAUTIOUS HOUSEHOLDER by ANAXILAS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 25. AL-MUHIZZ by EDWIN ARNOLD VERSES ON MRS. ROWE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD DOG AND CAT by RUTH ANDERSON BARNETT MAUDLIN'S SONG: 2 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY CLEVEDON VERSES: 9. THE VOICES OF NATURE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |