Come let's roam the breezy pastures, Where the freest zephyrs blow, Batten on the oak tree's rustle, And the pleasant insect bustle, Dripping with the streamlet's flow. What if I no wings do wear, Thro' this solid seeming air I can skim like any swallow Who so dareth let her follow, And we'll be a jovial pair. Like two careless swifts let's sail, Zephyrus shall think for me -- Over hill and over dale, Riding on the easy gale, We will scan the earth and sea. Yonder see that willow tree Winnowing the buxom air, You a gnat and I a bee, With our merry minstrelsy We will make a concert there. One green leaf shall be our screen, Till the sun doth go to bed, I the king and you the queen Of that peaceful little green, Without any subject's aid. To our music Time will linger, And earth open wide her ear, Nor shall any need to tarry To immortal verse to marry Such sweet music as he'll hear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VANTAGE POINT by ROBERT FROST TO JOHN DONNE (1) by BEN JONSON NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 3. IN PORT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON MONOTONOUS VARIETY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS COUNTRY SALE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |