AH! could my Agnes rove these favourite shades, With mirth and friendship in the Cambrian vale, In mossy dells, or wild romantic glades, Where flowers uncultured scent the sportive gale; And could she wander at the morning hour, To hail with me, the blest return of May; Or linger sweetly in the woodbine bower, When early dews begem the weeping spray; Ah! soon her cheek the lovely mantling bloom Of sprightly youth, and pleasure, would disclose; Her lip the smile of Hebe would resume, And wear the blushes of the vernal rose; And soon would cherub health with lively grace, Beam in her eye, and animate her face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PASSING BY by THOMAS FORD (1580-1648) EPITAPH (ON A COMMONPLACE PERSON WHO DIED IN BED) by AMY LEVY SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PETIT THE POET by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PHAENOMENA: WHEN JUSTICE DWELT ON EARTH by ARATUS PSALM 39, VERSE 5 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE JEW'S APPEAL TO THE CHRISTIAN by J. W. BLENCOWE JR. |