LED by kind stars one ev'ning to the grove, I spied my Cynthia in the Walk of Love; Her heav'nly voice did soon salute my ears, I heard, methought, the Music of the Spheres. Those notes on all the birds had laid a spell, And list'ning 'mongst the rest was Philomel; Who thinking she, in credit, suffer'd wrong, Strove, tho' in vain, to equal Cynthia's song: But when herself, in voice, outdone she knew, Being griev'd, she ceas'd, and from her rival flew, I stay'd and saw my fair walk round the tree, And sing her triumph for the victory. Thus whilst my ears were feasted with delight, My eyes no less were charm'd at her angelic sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT FOR FLODDEN [FIELD] by JEAN ELLIOT (1727-1805) A DIRGE FOR MCPHERSON; KILLED IN FRONT OF ATLANTA by HERMAN MELVILLE IDYLLS OF THE KING: DEDICATION by ALFRED TENNYSON A ROCKING HYMN by GEORGE WITHER OLD PLEASURES DESERTED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AMBITION AND GLORY by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON GLIMPSES OF ITALY: 1. IN AN ITALIAN HILL TOWN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |