SAD thoughts, avaunt! -- partake we their blithe cheer Who gathered in betimes the unshorn flock To wash the fleece, where haply bands of rock, Checking the stream, make a pool smooth and clear As this we look on. Distant Mountains hear, Hear and repeat, the turmoil that unites Clamour of boys with innocent despites Of barking dogs, and bleatings from strange fear. And what if Duddon's spotless flood receive Unwelcome mixtures as the uncouth noise Thickens, the pastoral River will forgive Such wrong; nor need 'we' blame the licensed joys, Though false to Nature's quiet equipoise: Frank are the sports, the stains are fugitive. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DAISIES, NOT TO SHUT TOO SOON by ROBERT HERRICK A SMUGGLER'S SONG by RUDYARD KIPLING TIME TO BE WISE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR TO A STEAM ROLLER by MARIANNE MOORE THE MARVELOUS MUNCHAUSEN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET FOR A ROYAL WEDDING, 29 JULY 1981 by JOHN BETJEMAN APPLE-BLOSSOM by MATHILDE BLIND THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 44. FAREWELL TO JULIET (6) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |