Sweet Poetess! as pensive oft I stray, Amid the wilds thy steps were wont to trace, Thy charmful strains impart a touching grace, To each rude scene, where thou hast waked thy lay. Some sweet enchantment soothes my soul to rest, As memory oft, thy tuneful verse recalls, While evening's pearly tear unheeded falls On every vermeil floret's fragrant breast. Sweet Poetess! around thy honored brow, A wreath of simple flowers, I fain would twine; But when its blooms are intermixed with thine, (Where Poesy's most cultured blossoms glow) To thee, its wild buds could no praise impart, Thy proudest trophy, is the feeling heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COLOR SERGEANT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BOADICEA; AN ODE by WILLIAM COWPER TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN ON THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST by WILLIAM DUNBAR THE LION'S RIDE by FERDINAND FREILIGRATH RECESSIONAL by RUDYARD KIPLING |