Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SALVINE, by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON Poet's Biography First Line: Dead is old greece,' they mourned ere yet arose Last Line: The myth of jove took rise from lesser majesty. Subject(s): Greece; Greeks | ||||||||
"DEAD is old Greece," they mourned ere yet arose This Greek -- this oak of old Achaian graft Seed-sown where westward tempests wept and laughed, As now when some great gust of heaven blows From lair levantine. How the giant grows! -- Not to lone ruin of a withered shaft, But quaffing life in every leafy draught, -- Fathered by Storm and mothered by Repose. Nay, doubt the Greeks are gone till, this green crest In splendor fallen, round the wrack shall be Prolonged, like memories of a noble guest, The phantom glory of the actor's day. Then, musing on Olympus, men shall say The myth of Jove took rise from lesser majesty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FLOWER NO MORE THAN ITSELF by LINDA GREGG ALMA IN ALL SEASONS by LINDA GREGG ALMA IN THE DARK by LINDA GREGG ALMA TO HER SISTER by LINDA GREGG ALONE WITH THE GODDESS by LINDA GREGG APHRODITE AND THE NATURE OF ART by LINDA GREGG AS BEING IS ETERNAL by LINDA GREGG AN ENGLISH MOTHER by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON |
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