ON yon hill's top which this sweet plain commands, Fair Cynthia, all alone my cottage stands, 'Gainst storms, and scorching heats well fortified, With pines, and spreading oaks on ev'ry side. My lovely garden too adjoining lies, Of sweetest flowers, and of the richest dyes: The tulip, jas'min, emony, and rose, Of which we'll garlands for thy head compose. Nature to make my fountain, did its part, Which ever flows without the help of Art, A faithful mirror shall its waters be, Where thou may'st sit beneath a shady tree, Admiring what above the World I prize, Thyself, the object of thine own fair eyes; And which is greatest let the Spring proclaim, Thy powers of love, or this my amorous flame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO RIDGELY TORRENCE - PLAYWRIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SEA GODS: 3 by HILDA DOOLITTLE BOSTON COMMON: 1774 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE BEGINNER by RUDYARD KIPLING THE BATTLE OF LA PRAIRIE, 1691 by WILLIAM DOUW LIGHTHALL SONNET: THE EVENING STAR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |