NATURE How young and fresh am I tonight, To see it kept day by so much light, And twelve my sons stand in their maker's sight! Help, wise Prometheus, something must be done, To show they are the creatures of the sun; That each to other Is a brother, And Nature here no step-dame, but a mother. CHORUS Come forth, come forth, prove all the numbers then, That make perfection up, and may absolve you men. NATURE But show thy winding ways and arts, Thy risings and thy timely starts, Of stealing fire from ladies' eyes and hearts. Those softer circles are the young man's heaven, And there more orbs and planets are than seven, To know whose motion Were a notion As worthy of youth's study as devotion. CHORUS Come forth, come forth, prove all the time will gain, For Nature bids the best, and never bade in vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JEALOUSY by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE TO ELECTRA (1) by ROBERT HERRICK THE HARLEM DANCER by CLAUDE MCKAY THE MUSIC O' THE DEAD by WILLIAM BARNES THE BOTTOM DRAWER by AMELIA EDITH HUDDLESTON BARR THE RED COUNTRY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |