O NOSE! thou rudder in my face's centre, Since I must follow thee until I die -- Since we are bound together by indenture, The master thou, and the apprentice I, O be to your Telemachus a Mentor, Though oft invisible, for ever nigh; Guard him from all disgrace and misadventure, From hostile tweak, or love's blind mastery. So shalt thou quit the city's stench and smoke, For hawthorn lanes and copses of young oak, Scenting the gales of heaven that have not yet Lost their fresh fragrance, since the morning broke, And breath of flowers "with rosy May-dews wet," The primrose, cowslip, blue-bell, violet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CULPRIT FAY by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE THE DARK ANGEL by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON I DO NOT LOVE THEE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON DESTINY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IN THE FOREST by ELINOR PETERSON ALLEN A DAY: AN EPISTLE TO JOHN WILKES, OF AYLESBURY, ESQ. by JOHN ARMSTRONG |