Diana (on a time) walking the wood, To sport herselfe, of her faire traine forlorne, Chaunc't for to pricke her foote against a thorne, And from thence issu'd out a streame of blood. No sooner shee was vanisht out of sight, But loves faire Queen came there away by chance, And having of this hap a glym'ring glance, She put the blood into a christall bright, When being now come unto mount Rhodope, With her faire hands she formes a shape of Snow, And blends it with this blood; from whence doth grow A lovely creature, brighter than the Dey. And being christned in faire Paphos shrine, She call'd him Ganymede: as all divine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHILD IN THE GARDEN by HENRY VAN DYKE RUINS OF CORINTH by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): HYLAS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS THE ART OF PRESERVING HEALTH: BOOK 3. EXERCISE by JOHN ARMSTRONG PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 61. AL-MO'HYI by EDWIN ARNOLD |