The Poplar Field
by William Cowper
have elaps’d since I last took a view
Of my favourite field and the bank where they grew,
And now in the grass behold they are laid,
And the tree is my seat that once lent me a shade.
has fled to another retreat
Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat,
And the scene where his melody charm’d me before,
Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
years are all hasting away,
And I must ere long lie as lowly as they,
With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head,
Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead.
‘Tis a sight
to engage me, if any thing can,
To muse on the perishing pleasures of man;
Though his life be a dream, his enjoyments, I see,
Have a being less durable even than he.
The nymph must
lose her female friend,
If more admired than she --
But where will fierce contention end,
If flowers can disagree.
Within the garden's
Appear'd two lovely foes,
Aspiring to the rank of queen,
The Lily and the Rose.
The Rose soon
redden'd into rage,
And, swelling with disdain,
Appeal'd to many a poet's page
To prove her right to reign.
The Lily's height
A fair imperial flower;
She seem'd designed for Flora's hand,
The sceptre of her power.
The civil bick'ring
The goddess chanced to hear,
And flew to save, ere yet too late,
The pride of the parterre.
Yours is, she
said, the nobler hue,
And yours the statelier mien;
And, till a third surpasses you,
Let each be deemed a queen.
and reconciled, each seeks
The fairest British fair:
The seat of empire is her cheeks,
They reign united there.