OH ! fare thee well, sweet Villa! whilst I breathe
Such sad presaging sighs, as seem to say
Adieu for ever!—-on my pensive way,
I drop of simplest flowers this votive wreath;
And haply Taste, who loves to wander near,
May deign to stoop, and bind it on his brow.
And should he question, whence it came and how?
Tell him that Gratitude has left it here.
And say, that in this verdant garden’s bound
Soft Peace and Health have wove a beauteous bower
Deck’d With each scented shrub and blooming flower;
While sweet Content has hung her garlands round.
Say, on a heart within a shrine is rear’d
To *********, to every Muse endear’d.
(Mrs. Walter Spencer)
More Poetry from Mrs. Walter Spencer:
Mrs. Walter Spencer Poems based on Topics: Flowers, Sense & Perception- The Royal Interview (Mrs. Walter Spencer Poems)
- Sub Rosa (Mrs. Walter Spencer Poems)
- To The Memory Of A Lady Of Distinction (Mrs. Walter Spencer Poems)
- The Myrtle Of South Wales (Mrs. Walter Spencer Poems)
- The Olive Wood (Mrs. Walter Spencer Poems)
- Sighs, (Mrs. Walter Spencer Poems)