HAIL, sacred deserts! whom kind Nature made Only to shelter with a loving shade The now neglected music, glad to see Lions afford her hospitality, And tigers bid her welcome, with the rest Of savage beasts accept her for a guest, Since men refuse her, and scarce deign an ear To her high notes; or if they please to hear, 'Tis all; amongst my pupils, you may see The birds that learn'd their sweetest lays of me; Those that chant carols in this thankless age To pleasure men, rewarded with a cage. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRESCENT MOON by AMY LOWELL A PASSER-BY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES WERE I BUT HIS OWN WIFE by ELLEN MARY PATRICK DOWNING WILD SWANS by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY CASSANDRA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 64 by PHILIP SIDNEY HARMOSAN by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH |