Classic Poem

WRITTEN AT MR. POPE'S HOUSE AT TWICKENHAM, WHICH HE HAD LENT TO MRS. GREVILLE

I.

Go, Thames! and tell the busy Town
Not all its wealth or pride
Could tempt me from the charms that crown
Thy rural flow'ry side;

II.

Thy flow'ry side, where Pope has plac'd
The Muses' green retreat,
With ev'ry smile of Nature grac'd,
With ev'ry art complete.

III.

But now, sweet Bard! thy heav'nly song
Enchants us here no more,
Their darling glory lost too long
Thy once lov'd shades deplore.

IV.

Yet still for beauteous Greville's sake
The Muses here remain;
Greville! whose eyes have pow'r to make
A Pope of ev'ry swain.