Go, rural Naiad! wind thy stream along Thro' woods and wilds: then seek the ocean caves Where sea-nymphs meet their coral rocks among, To boast the various honors of their waves! 'Tis but a little, o'er thy shallow tide, That toiling trade her burden'd vessel leads; But laurels grow luxuriant on thy side, And letters live along thy classic meads. Lo! where 'mid British bards thy natives shine! And now another poet helps to raise Thy glory high -- the poet of the MINE! Whose brilliant talents are his smallest praise: And who, to all that genius can impart, Adds the cool head, and the unblemish'd heart! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TESTAMENT OF CRESSEID by ROBERT HENRYSON ON THE DEATH OF SIR THOMAS WYATT by HENRY HOWARD AN OLD WOMAN: 1 by EDITH SITWELL SYMPHONY IN YELLOW by OSCAR WILDE HYMN TO THE NAIADS by MARK AKENSIDE SKY WRITING by MARY FINETTE BARBER DEBORAH: THE SONG OF DEBORAH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 32 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |