A PRETTY garden doth enclose Her cottage whom I love so well, Where bloom all flowers that sweetly smell, The pink, the lily, and the rose. This garden is all fair and bright, And stocked with flowerets choice and gay; And there the heart can find delight By night as freely as by day. Alas! the world no pleasure knows Like hearing the sweet nightingale, Who morn and eve his love doth tell, And when a-weary seeks repose. The other day I watched while she In green meads plucked the violet, The loveliest sight eyes ever met, And most delightful 'twas to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY HONOURED FRIEND DR. CHARLETON by JOHN DRYDEN ON LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD by BEN JONSON THE CENTAURS by JAMES STEPHENS A PRAYER FOR A VERY NEW ANGEL by VIOLET ALLEYN STOREY MEMENTO MORI by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |