Ioye that Alone with better bayes and mirtle bowes and highest dayes Crownest thy kinglie browes Come come alonge to day with me welcome the flower of Royaltie Home to his natiue howse Now doe thy best and more then all To make a merry festiuall Oh now or neuer doot All the day longe feast dance play and singe And Spend vpon this reualinge Thy nimblest handes and feete Call to thee all thy lightheeld trayne Nimphes and phares of the playne And bid them trip it round And cause the cirkles of the Skyes Answare the cherminge melodyes In there consorted sounde Still may the burden be welcome welcome greate king to thy first home Then add vnto the rest Good speede home to thy other home That count the hower whilest thou art gone And vse to loue the best. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOUNTAIN VALLEY by MALCOLM COWLEY THE GARDEN OF LOVE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE TIGER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE JACOBITE'S TOAST (TO AN OFFICER IN THE ARMY) by JOHN BYROM FIDELIS by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER |