Love steered my course, while yet the sun rode high, On Scylla's waters to a myrtle grove: The heaven was still and the sea did not move; Yet now and then a little breeze went by Stirring the tops of trees against the sky: And then I heard a song as glad as love, So sweet that never yet the like thereof Was heard in any mortal company. "A nymph, a goddess, or an angel sings Unto herself, within this chosen place, Of ancient loves"; so said I at that sound. And there my lady, 'mid the shadowings Of myrtle trees, 'mid flowers and grassy space, Singing I saw, with others who sat round. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APOLLO AT LAX by KAREN SWENSON ABOU BEN ADHEM by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT MY SHADOW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 47 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH HECTOR IN THE GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING GRACE AFTER MEAT (2) by ROBERT BURNS RAVINE PATH by MAUD LUDINGTON CAIN TO MISTRESS KATHERNE NEVILLE, ON HER GREEN SICKNESS by THOMAS CAREW |