Ever musing I delight to tread
The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove
Whilst the pale Moon her beams doth shed
On disappointed Love.
While Philomel on airy hawthorn Bush
Sings sweet and Melancholy, And the thrush
Converses with the Dove.
Gently brawling down the turnpike road,
Sweetly noisy falls the Silent Stream--
The Moon emerges from behind a Cloud
And darts upon the Myrtle Grove her beam.
Ah! then what Lovely Scenes appear,
The hut, the Cot, the Grot, and Chapel queer,
And eke the Abbey too a mouldering heap,
Cnceal'd by aged pines her head doth rear
And quite invisible doth take a peep.
The paths of honour with the peace of the mind. Nice work.
A great poem coming from the bottom of heart and with touching sentiments interwoven by the poetess. Thanks for sharing it here.
This Poem is a poem that should be taught in every high school it gives such saddness!
Well know novelist writing Poetry is a great wonder kindling interest to read it sure!
A great short work from the pen of a great novelist
A fascinating ode on disappointment of love! A unique ode of its kind..To My favorite
yh gsys(go your self) you absolute head
This poem is trash and I regret writing it
Imagine having such little intellectual talent you decide to trash a poem simply because you don't understand the meaning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
She was a superb artist- -she drew a sketch here that could be hanging in an art studio somewhere.