WHERE, on the mountain peaks high up, Their torch-lit feasts the gods amuse, Often you took a great gold cup, A vessel such as shepherds use, And milked a lioness with your hands, to make A round of silver-bright cheese-cake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PARTY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SUMTER [APRIL 12, 1861] by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN UNSEASONABLE SNOWS by ALFRED AUSTIN TO A NEW YORK SHOP-GIRL DRESSED FOR SUNDAY by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: ROOT AND LEAF by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |