TRUNKS the forest yielded with gums ambrosial oozing, Boughs with apples laden beautiful, Hesperian, Golden, odoriferous, perfume exhaling about them, Orbs in a dark umbrage luminous and radiant; To the palate grateful, more luscious were not in Eden, Or in that fabled garden of Alcinous; Out of a dark umbrage sounds also musical issued, Birds their sweet transports uttering in melody: Thrushes clear piping, wood-pigeons cooing, arousing Loudly the nightingale, loudly the sylvan echoes; Waters transpicuous flowed under, flowed to the list'ning Ear with a soft murmur, softly soporiferous; Nor, with ebon locks too, there wanted, circling, attentive Unto the sweet fluting, girls, of a swarthy shepherd; Over a sunny level their flocks are lazily feeding, They of Amor musing rest in a leafy cavern. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JEALOUSY by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE A PAUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 109 by PHILIP SIDNEY HYMN OF THE WEST by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN SONNET: 12 by RICHARD BARNFIELD LOVE SONGS: 8 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE CASTLE OF KING MACBETH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |