While larks with little wing, Fann'd the pure air, Tasting the breathing Spring, Forth I did fare: Gay the sun's golden eye Peep'd o'er the mountains high; Such thy morn! did I cry, Phillis the fair. In each bird's careless song, Glad I did share; While yon wild-flowers among, Chance led me there! Sweet to the op'ning day, Rosebuds bent the dewy spray; Such thy bloom! did I say, Phillis the fair. Down in a shady walk, Doves cooing were; I mark'd the cruel hawk Caught in a snare: So kind may fortune be, Such make his destiny, He who would injure thee, Phillis the fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROSES ON THE TERRACE by ALFRED TENNYSON PEG OF LIMAVADDY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY LA VILLE DU DETROIT by LEVI BISHOP D.O. BARNETT by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB AN ABALONE SHELL by GRACE MACGOWAN COOKE MY LADY OF CASTLE GRAND by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON A DESECRATED CHAPEL NEAR LAUSANNE, NOW USED AS A STABLE by ROWLAND EYLES EGERTON-WARBURTON |