CARESS'D or chidden by the slender hand, And singing airy trifles this or that, Light Hope at Beauty's call would perch and stand, And run thro' every change of sharp and flat; And Fancy came and at her pillow sat, When Sleep had bound her in his rosy band, And chased away the still-recurring gnat, And woke her with a lay from fairy land. But now they live with Beauty less and less, For Hope is other Hope and wanders far, Nor cares to lisp in love's delicious creeds; And Fancy watches in the wilderness, Poor Fancy sadder than a single star, That sets at twilight in a land of reeds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVER: A BALLAD by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU A WINTER LANDSCAPE by MATHILDE BLIND TO THE OREGON ROBIN by JOHN BURROUGHS ST. CECILIA'S HYMN by JOHN BYROM THOUGHTS UPON HUMAN REASON by JOHN BYROM VISIONS by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |