FAUNUS! who lov'st the flying nymphs to chase, Oh, let thy steps with genial influence tread My sunny fields, and be thy fostering grace Soft on my nursling groves and borders shed; If, at the mellow closing of the year, A tender kid in sacrifice be thine, Nor fail the liberal bowls to Venus dear, Nor clouds of incense to thine antique shrine. Joyous each flock in meadow herbage plays, When the December feast returns to thee; Calmly the ox along the pasture strays, With festal villagers from toil set free. Then from the wolf no more the lambs retreat, Then shower the woods to thee their foliage round; And the glad labourer triumphs that his feet In triple dance have struck the hated ground. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE LAPLAND LONGSPUR by JOHN BURROUGHS A BALLAD OF ATHLONE; OR, HOW THEY BROKE DOWN THE BRIDGE by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE UNGRATEFULNESS by GEORGE HERBERT THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE MULBERRY GARDEN: CHILD AND MAIDEN by CHARLES SEDLEY TRAVELOGUE by EVA K. ANGLESBURG BRIDAL SERENADE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |