Silvia, let us from the crowd retire,
For what to you and me
(Who but each other do desire)
Is all that here we see?

Apart we'll live, though not alone;
For who alone can call
Those who in deserts live with one
If in that one they've all?

The world a vast meander is,
Where hearts confusedly stray;
Where few do hit, whilst thousands miss,
The happy mutual way.

(C) Anne Kingsmill Finch
04/01/2017


Best Poems of Anne Kingsmill Finch

• The Change
• Hope
• Fragment At Tunbridge-wells
• Love, Death, And Reputation
• An Invitation To Dafnis
• On The Death Of The Honourable Mr. James Thynne
• A Suplication For The Joys Of Heaven
• To Edward Jenkinson, Esq
• Fanscomb Barn
• To The Painter Of An Ill-drawn Picture Of Cleone
• From The First Act Of The Aminta Of Tasso
• The Appology
• The Hog, The Sheep, And Goat, Carrying To A Fair
• To Mr. F. Now Earl Of W
• The Equipage
• The Atheist And The Acorn
• An Epistle From A Gentleman To Madam Deshouliers
• The Introduction