At morning on the garden seat I dearly love to drink and eat; To drink and eat, to drink and sing, At morning, in the time of spring. In winter honest men retire And sup their possets by the fire; But when the spring comes round again, you see, The garden breakfast pleases me. The morning star that melts on high, The fires that cleanse the changing sky, The dew and perfumes all declare It is the hour to banish care. The air that smells so new and sweet, All put me in the cue to eat. A pot at five, a crust at four, At half past six a pottle more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HELEN, THE SAD QUEEN by PAUL VALERY DELIGHT IN DISORDER by ROBERT HERRICK ZINNIAS by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD THESEUS AND ARIADNE by FRANCIS BEAUMONT THE FLIRT by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR THE REPLY OF SOCRATES, CONCERNING THE WRITINGS OF HERACLITUS by JOHN BYROM |