Though the bold wings of Poesy affect The clouds, and wheel around the mountain tops Rejoicing, from her loftiest height she drops Well pleased to skim the plain with wild flowers deckt Or muse in solemn grove whose shades protect The lingering dew''"there steals along, or stops Watching the least small bird that round her hops, Or creeping worm, with sensitive respect. Her functions are they therefore less divine, Her thoughts less deep, or void of grave intent Her simplest fancies? Should that fear be thine, Aspiring Votary, ere thy hand present One offering, kneel before her modest shrine, With brow in penitential sorrow bent! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEVIL'S WALK [ON EARTH] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ROBIN HOOD, TO A FRIEND by JOHN KEATS SPRING THOUGHTS by FLORENCE E. BALDWIN LINES ON THE CAMP HILL NEAR HASTINGS by THOMAS CAMPBELL A MONKISH LEGEND by PHOEBE CARY COULD THEY BUT KNOW (NOVEMBER, 1918) by WILL CHAMBERLAIN |