Come, soft Eolian harp, while zephyr plays Along the meek vibration of thy strings, As twilight's hand her modest mantle brings, Blending with sober gray, the western blaze! O! prompt my Phaon's dreams with tend'rest lays, Ere night o'ershade thee with its humid wings, While the lorn Philomel his sorrow sings In leafy cradle, red with parting rays! Slow let thy dulcet tones on ether glide, So steals the murmur of the amorous dove; The mazy legions swarm on every side, To lulling sounds the sunny people move! Let not the wise their little world deride, The smallest sting can wound the breast of Love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAD MAID'S SONG by ROBERT HERRICK THE CITY IN THE SEA by EDGAR ALLAN POE WINTER BURIAL by HENRY BELLAMANN PSALM 140 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE DREAM GIRL by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE WEDDING FEAST: 3 by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH GRACE AFTER MEAT (2) by ROBERT BURNS |