ROVING god, whose playfellows Over the mountains' airy brows In happy chase are led; Where Love, who breaks the heart of pride, Or Nymphs amuse thee, violet-eyed, Or Aphrodite keeps thy side, The goddess rosy-red -- Lord Dionyse, I kneel to thee; Stoop to me of thy charity And this my prayer receive: Dear Lord, thy best persuasion use, Bid Cleobulus not refuse The gift of love I give. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ANGELUS; HEARD AT THE MISSION DOLORES IN SAN FRANCISCO, 1868 by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ON LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD by BEN JONSON TO - (4) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH COURAGE THAT OVERCOMES by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN AFTER THEATER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |