Grant me, ye Powers, some blest retreat, Bedecked with kind embowering shade, Where murmuring waters, clear and sweet, Refresh the shade. Where on his airy pinions borne, Cool Zephyr sports among the trees, There let me sit at rising morn To think at ease. Around upon th'enamelled plain Let Flora plant her choicest flowers: Whilst the gay skylark with his strain Beguiles the hours. At distance show the fruitful fields, Where the wise swain contentment learns, Where Ceres her ripe treasure yields To stock my barns. Grant me an orchard too, and cot Where plenty without pomp presides: While near my little chosen spot A river glides. Here let me all my life employ; Happy beyond the reach of care, And to complete my boundless joy, Bring Sylvia there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO JANE: KEEN STARS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE SONG OF HER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE SENTRY'S MISTAKE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN COMFORTERS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN LYNTON VERSES: 6. SYMPHONY by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE CROWDED STREET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |