HASTE, my Nannette, my lovely maid, Haste to the bower thy swain has made; For thee alone I made the bower, And strewed the couch with many a flower. None but my sheep shall near us come: Venus be praised! my sheep are dumb! Great god of love, take thou my crook, To keep the wolf from Nannette's flock! Guard thou the sheep, to her so dear; My own, alas, are less my care. But, of the wolf if thou 'rt afraid, Come not to us to call for aid; For with her swain my love shall stay, Though the wolf prowl, and the sheep stray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOS IMMORTALES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET LOST TREASURE by MATHILDE BLIND TO CATULLUS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES WINTER TREES by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS DEAF AND DUMB; A GROUP BY WOOLNER by ROBERT BROWNING VERMONT FALL FEED by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |