Welcome, thrice welcome to this shady green, Our long-wished Cynthia, the forest's queen! The trees begin to bud, the glad birds sing In winter, changed by her into the spring. We know to-night, Perpetual light Dawns from your eye: You being near, We cannot fear, Though death stood by. From you our swords take edge, our hearts grow bold; From you in fee their lives your liegemen hold. These groves your kingdom, and our laws your will; Smile, and we spare; but, if you frown, we kill. Bless then the hour That gives the power In which you may, At bed and board, Embrace your lord Both night and day. Welcome, thrice welcome to this shady green, Our long-wished Cynthia, the forest's queen! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 3 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM AFTER TU FU (THEY SAY YOU'RE STAYING IN A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE) by MARVIN BELL LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY BOY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JULY IN GEORGY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |