AWAKE, sad Muse, and thou my sadder spright, Made so by Time, but more by Fortune's spite; Awake, and hie us to the green; There shall be seen The quaintest lad of all the time For neater rhyme: Whose free and unaffected strains Take all the swains That are not rude and ignorant, Or Envy want. And Envy, lest its hate discover'd be, A courtly love and friendship offers thee: The shepherdesses, blithe and fair, For thee despair. And whosoe'er depends on Pan Holds him a man Beyond themselves (if not compare), He is so rare, So innocent in all his ways As in his lays. He masters no low soul who hopes to please The nephew of the brave Philisides. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF TWO CROWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST HOMING BRAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO RIDGELY TORRENCE - PLAYWRIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I AM DEAD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |