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Poetry · Poem

From ‘Arcades’

John MiltonSeventeenth-century EnglishPoem
SOURCE TEXT · English original
O’re the smooth enameld green
Where no print of step hath been,
Follow me as I sing,
And touch the warbled string.
Under the shady roof
Of branching Elm Star-proof,
Follow me,
I will bring you where she sits
Clad in splendor as befits
Her deity.
Such a rural Queen
All Arcadia hath not seen.
Cultural reading

Reading the poem

A singer invites the listener to follow him across untrodden green and under star-proof elms to where a rural Queen sits clad in splendour befitting her deity.

Language notes

Text and edition

The heading's 'From' marks this as a passage taken out of ‘Arcades’; the rest of that work is not supplied with this record.