Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A WOOD SONG, by RALPH HODGSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Now one and all, you roses Last Line: No less than labouring seas. Subject(s): Idleness; Morning; Laziness; Sloth; Indolence | ||||||||
Now one and all, you roses, Wake up, you lie too long! This very morning closes The Nightingale his song; Each from its olive chamber His babies every one This very morning clamber Into the shining sun. You Slug-a-beds and Simples, Why will you so delay! Dears, doff your olive wimples, And listen while you may. Reason has moons, but moons not hers, Lie mirro'r on her sea, Confounding her astronomers, But, O! delighting me. Babylon -- where I go dreaming When I weary of to-day, Weary of a world grown gray. God loves an idle rainbow, No less than labouring seas. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AGAINST WHATEVER IT IS THAT'S ENCROACHING by CHARLES SIMIC NIKOS AT 42 by REETIKA VAZIRANI ODE ON INDOLENCE by JOHN KEATS IDLENESS by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL VAIN EXCUSE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG THE GENTLE CHECK by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |
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