WISELY he spoke, a plan for both to accept, And even now Medea could not alter Her mood for all her singing, and no song Of those she tried to play with pleased her long, But she would fail and falter; And not among her maids her gaze she kept At rest, but scanning every distant road She turned her cheeks abroad, With heart that broke each time she seemed to hear A sound of wind or footfall running near. But soon he showed before her waiting eyes High striding, much like Sirius ascending From Ocean: loveliest he, far-seen to rise, But dismal ruin to the flocks impending. So lovely to her sight came AEson's son. But when she saw, he hurt her with desire, The heart sank from her breast, a mist drew on Over her eyes, her cheeks went hot as fire. Too weak to move her knees forward or back, She felt her feet rooted to earth; and now, Her women drawing back from her, they two Without a single sound, without a word, Stood there like oaks or lofty firs that grow Upon the mountain side and close together Are quiet in calm weather. Then the wind blows again and stirs the grove Incessant whispering; so they two were stirred To talk their fill, now that the wind was Love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES THE CELLO by RICHARD WATSON GILDER CALDWELL OF SPRINGFIELD [JUNE 23, 1780] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE NEUTRALITY LOATHSOME by ROBERT HERRICK THE CAT OF CATS by WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS TO HIS LYRE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IMAGES: 6 by RICHARD ALDINGTON |