When I with lilies do adorn my head, And dress my face by pleasant silver brook, When I my snowy flock do gently lead, And guide their steps with willing shepherd's hook, When I with daffodils do garlands make, And therewith have my back and arms enshrin'd, When I to oaten pipe do me betake, To tell of my Azile, and her mind, When I so oft with flowers my hands have drest, What was it but to please Azile best? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 16 by HAYDEN CARRUTH CHERRY BLOSSOMS BLOWING IN WEST BLOWING SNOW by JAMES GALVIN THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN ENVOYS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOUVENIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |