O HAPPY Tithon! if thou know'st thy hap, And valuest thy wealth, as I my want, Then need'st thou not -- which ah! I grieve to grant -- Repine at Jove, lull'd in his leman's lap: That golden shower in which he did repose -- One dewy drop it stains Which thy Aurora rains Upon the rural plains, When from thy bed she passionately goes. Then, waken'd with the music of the merles, She not remembers Memnon when she mourns: That faithful flame which in her bosom burns From crystal conduits throws those liquid pearls: Sad from thy sight so soon to be removed, She so her grief delates. O favour'd by the fates Above the happiest states, Who art of one so worthy well-beloved! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPANIONS; A TALE OF A GRANDFATHER by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY BRAID CLAITH by ROBERT FERGUSSON RUNNING THE BATTERIES by HERMAN MELVILLE THE VISION OF SPRING, 1916 by HENRY HOWARTH BASHFORD DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: THE SLIGHT AND DEGENERATE NATURE OF MAN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES FRIENDSHIP'S BLACK AND WHITE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |