Come, my sylvia, let us rove
To that secret silent grove,
Where the painted birds agree
To tune their throats for you and me.
We will foot it in the shade
Of ev'ry dappled, dancing glade,
Till Ob'ron and his fairy train
Shall shout for joy and swear amain:
Such form as thine was never seen
Sporting o'er the velvet green.
I am busy working to bring Ford Madox Hueffer's "An Imitation" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Ford Madox Hueffer's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "An Imitation" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.