MELODIOUS creature, happy in thy choice! That sitting on a bough Dost sing, 'Dear mate, my dear, come to me now'; And she obeys thy voice. Ah, could my songs such bliss procure! For mine could Cynthia ne'er allure: Nor have I wings like thee to fly, But must neglected lie; I cannot her to pity move, She scorns my songs, and me: While thou rejoicest all the grove (As well thou may'st) with melody, For thou art happy in thy love. No creature e'er could boast a perfect state, Unless to thee it may belong, Since Nature lib'rally supplies All thy infirmities, To thy weak organs gave a pow'rful song; Tho' small in size, thou art in Fortune great, Compar'd to mine, thy happiness is most complete. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN FOR REMEMBERING HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU by JAMES GALVIN TO THE MEMORY OF INEZ MILHOLLAND by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FREE FANTASIA ON JAPANESE THEMES by AMY LOWELL STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 4. NEW JERSEY by CLARENCE MAJOR |