When the Nymph I Love Smiling Sits Beside Me

Amelia Alderson Opie

1769 to 1853

Poem Image

When the Nymph I love
Smiling sits beside me,
Fame may dare reprove,
Wisdom may deride me;
She my arms enfold
Is to me more dear
Than Wreaths which crown the bold
Or those which sages wear
While I hear her voice
Charm for Melancholy,
Fame seems empty noise,
Wisdom nought but Folly.

Comments

No comments yet. Be the first to comment!

Want to join the discussion? Reopen or create a unique username to comment. No personal details required!