DIVINEST Poesy! without thy wings Life were a burden, and not worth receiving; Youth fadeth like a dream, care keeps us grieving Early we sicken at all pleasure brings. Thou only art the ever genial maid, That strew'st with flowers the winter of our way, Companion meet in city or in shade, Magician sweet whose wand all things obey; Thou peoplest with divinities the grove, Picturest old times, and with creative skill, Mould'st men and manners to thy heavenly will Mistress of sympathy and winning love, Oh be thou ever with me, with me -- wholly, To smile when I am gay, to sigh when melancholy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM MARION REEDY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |