I love you, Titan lover, My own storm-days' Titan. Greater than the son of Zeus, I know whom I would choose. Titan -- my splendid rebel -- The old Prometheus Wanes like a ghost before your power: His pangs were joys to yours. Pallid days, arid and wan, Tied your soul fast : Babel-cities' smoky tops Pressed upon your growth Weary gyves. What were you But a word in the brain's ways, Or the sleep of Circe's swine? One gyve holds you yet. It held you hiddenly on the Somme Tied from my heart at home: O must it loosen now? I wish You were bound with the old, old gyves. Love! You love me -- your eyes Have looked through death at mine. You have tempted a grave too much. I let you -- I repine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DREAM, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 7. THE SILENCE by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER RAILROAD RHYME by JOHN GODFREY SAXE WHAT TOMAS AN BUILE SAID IN A PUB by JAMES STEPHENS UPON MY LADY CARLISLE'S WALKING IN HAMPTON COURT GARDEN by JOHN SUCKLING ANACREON by ANTIPATER OF SIDON |