Say, lovely nymph, where dost thou dwell? Where is that secret sylvan seat, That melancholy, sweet retreat From whence thou dost these notes repel, And moving syllables repeat? O lovely nymph, our joys to swell, Thy hollow leafy mansion tell; Or if thou only charm'st the ear And never wilt to sight appear, But dost alone in voice excel, Still with it fix us here, Where Cynthia lends her gentle light, Whilst the appeased, expanded air A passage for thee does prepare, And Strephon's tuneful voice invite Thine a soft part with him to bear. O Pleasure! when thou'dst take a flight Beyond thy common, mortal height, When to thy sphere above thou'dst press, And men like angels thou wouldst bless, The season be like this fair night, And harmony thy dress. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL GO SLEEP, MA HONEY by EDWARD D. BARKER I LOVE ALL BEAUTEOUS THINGS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE WIND (2) by EMILY DICKINSON THE OLD LOBSTERMAN by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE |