SEE, the flowery spring is blown, Let us leave the smoky town; From the mall, and from the ring, Every one has taken wing; Chloe, Strephon, Corydon, To the meadows all are gone. What is left you worth your stay? Come, Aurelia, come away. Come, Aurelia, come and see What a lodge I 've dressed for thee; But the seat you cannot see, 'T is so hid with jessamy, With the vine that o'er the walls, And in every window crawls; Let us there be blithe and gay! Come, Aurelia, come away. Come with all thy sweetest wiles, With thy graces and thy smiles; Come, and we will merry be, Who shall be so blest as we? We will frolic all the day, Haste, Aurelia, while we may: Ay! and should not life be gay? Yes, Aurelia,—come away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF HOSPITALITIES by THOMAS HARDY PRE-EXISTENCE by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE ROSE AND THORN by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE BY THE PACIFIC OCEAN by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER A WATERPIECE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ORA PRO NOBIS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH TO MR. MURRAY (2) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON VALEDICTORY STANZAS TO JOHN P. KEMBLE, ESQ.; FOR A PUBLIC MEETING by THOMAS CAMPBELL |