Where deep in mud Cam rolls his slumbrous stream, And Bog and Desolution reign supreme, Where all Boe[o]tia clouds the misty brain, The Owl Mathesis pipes her loathsome strain. Far far aloof the frighted Muses fly, Indignant Genius scowls and passes by: The frolic Pleasures start amid their dance, And Wit congealed stands fix'd in Wintry trance. But to the sounds with duteous haste repair Cold Industry, and wary-footed Care, And Dullness, dosing on a couch of Lead, Pleas'd with the song uplifts her heavy head, The sympathetic numbers lists awhile, Then yawns propitiously a frosty smile... Cetera desunt. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENDULUM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BUNCH OF GRAPES by GEORGE HERBERT TO R. B. by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE REVENGE OF RAIN-IN-THE-FACE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE FALL OF RICHMOND [APRIL, 1865] by HERMAN MELVILLE TO MADAME DE SEVIGNE by MATHIEU DE MONTREUIL |