AH! blest be the days when with Mira I took The learning of Love ... When we pluck'd the wild blossoms that blush'd in the grass, And I taught my dear maid of their species and class; For Conway, the friend of mankind, had decreed That Hudson should show us the wealth of the mead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO SOME LADIES [ON RECEIVING A CURIOUS SHELL] by JOHN KEATS THE HOUSE WITH NOBODY IN IT by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE SANDS OF DEE by CHARLES KINGSLEY THE WRITER'S JOURNAL: POSSESSION by BAYARD TAYLOR NOCTURNE by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER |