Goddesse of Youth, and Lady of the Spring, (Most fit to be the Consort to a King) Be pleas'd to rest you in This Sacred Grove, Beset with Mirtles; whose each leafe drops Love. Many a sweet-fac't Wood-Nymph here is seene, Of which chast Order You are now the Queene: Witnesse their Homage, when they come and strew Your Walks with Flowers, and give their Crowns to you. Your Leavie-Throne (with Lilly-work) possesse; And be both Princesse here, and Poetresse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE LOST WAR-SLOOP by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR THE SOBBING OF THE BELLS (MIDNIGHT, SEPT. 19-20, 1881) by WALT WHITMAN COMPOSED AT NEIDPATH CASTLE, 1803 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A LITTLE PARABLE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH |