BROOK! whose society the Poet seeks, Intent his wasted spirits to renew; And whom the curious Painter doth pursue Through rocky passes, among flowery creeks, And tracks thee dancing down thy water-breaks; If wish were mine some type of thee to view, Thee, and not thee thyself, I would not do Like Grecian Artists, give thee human cheeks, Channels for tears; no Naiad should'st thou be, -- Have neither limbs, feet, feathers, joints nor hairs: It seems the Eternal Soul is clothed in thee With purer robes than those of flesh and blood, And hath bestowed on thee a safer good; Unwearied joy, and life without its cares. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHURCH-PORCH by GEORGE HERBERT WHERE SHALL THE BABY'S DIMPLE BE? by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND ITALY SWEET TOO! by JOHN KEATS TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON by RICHARD LOVELACE SMALL BEGINNINGS by CHARLES MACKAY VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 5. NIGHT SONG AT AMALFI by SARA TEASDALE SONNET by KATHARINE REBECCA ADAMS |