A Thyrsus grove it seem’d, of standing spears
Wildly festoon’d with gadding wreaths of green;
Yet, not as if old Bacchus and his peers
In tipsy rout and frolic there had been
To hurl them up on end with all their sheen—
But orderly set forth in warrior rank,
Giants array’d, with fighting room at flank,
Caparison’d, and heavily plumed a-top
With clustering bells :— and, are these Dryad bands,
Or groups of Oreades, so blythely seen
To gather in with songs that golden crop,
Crushing its fragrance in their sportive hands?
No! dreamer :— let Arcadian fancies drop;
These are but hop-pickers,— and that the Hop.
(Martin Farquhar Tupper)
More Poetry from Martin Farquhar Tupper:
- My Ode And Three Sonnets (As First Published On The Coronation Of Queen Victoria, June 28, 1838) (Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems)
- Waterloo (A Ballad For The Soldier) (Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems)
- Shakspeare. (An Ode For His Three-Hundredth Birthday) (Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems)
- Liberty - Equality - Fraternity! (Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems)
- Imagination (Suggested By An Ideal Portrait) (Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems)
- A Dirge For Wellington (Martin Farquhar Tupper Poems)