@3Who told me that, being ignorant of Botany, I could not enjoy my Garden.@1 I LOVE my garden, though I dare confess, While wandering free its fragrant flowers among, To me is pedantry that unknown tongue With which vain science mocks their loveliness. Perfume and flower I love, nor love I less The fluttering insect, whose light wings are hung With gold and purple, and the sweet lay sung By thousand birds who their protector bless. Think, thou who wrong'st me thus, how fondly I Gaze on thy features, though unskill'd to speak, In learnèd phrase, of their anatomy; I love the blush that mantles o'er thy cheek, I love the smile of welcome in thine eye, Nor how, nor whence, they come care I to seek. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FISHER by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE THE HAND OF LINCOLN by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN COCK-CROW by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS CIGARS AND BEER by GEORGE ARNOLD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 26. PLATONIC LOVE by PHILIP AYRES IN ANSWER TO QUESTION FROM GREEK GRAMMAR: WHAT FUTURES SPEAK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |