The poem
Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground.
Whose heards with milk, whose fields with bread, Whose flocks supply him with attire, Whose trees in summer yield him shade, In winter fire.
Blest! who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years slide soft away, In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day,
Sound sleep by night; study and ease Together mix'd; sweet recreation, And innocence, which most does please, With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me dye; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lye.
This to me, is one of the greatest poems ever written.
What do you think this poem means? To me it has many personal meanings- but what do you think it meant to Pope? And what do you think it means to others?
poem
very simple poem but tells much about the nature in a very simple language.