Where deep in mud Cam rolls his slumbrous stream, And Bog and Desolution reign supreme, Where all Boe[o]tia clouds the misty brain, The Owl Mathesis pipes her loathsome strain. Far far aloof the frighted Muses fly, Indignant Genius scowls and passes by: The frolic Pleasures start amid their dance, And Wit congealed stands fix'd in Wintry trance. But to the sounds with duteous haste repair Cold Industry, and wary-footed Care, And Dullness, dosing on a couch of Lead, Pleas'd with the song uplifts her heavy head, The sympathetic numbers lists awhile, Then yawns propitiously a frosty smile... Cetera desunt. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WIDOW MCFARLANE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MOUNTAIN VALLEY by MALCOLM COWLEY THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BOOK OF STONES AND LILIES by AMY LOWELL |