Come Gorgo, put the rug in place, And passionate recline; I love to see thee in thy grace, Dark, virulent, divine. But wherefore thus thy proud eyes fix Upon a jewelled band? Art thou so glad the sardonyx Becomes thy shapely hand? Bethink thee! 'Tis for such as thou Zeus leaves his lofty seat; 'Tis at thy beauty's bidding how Man's mortal life shall fleet; Those fairest hands -- dost thou forget Their power to thrill and cling? O foolish woman, dost thou set Thy pride upon a ring? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLACK RIDERS: 38 by STEPHEN CRANE FAREWELL TO LOVE by JOHN DONNE ECHO [OR, ECHOES] by THOMAS MOORE HAMPTON BEACH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO ANACREON by ANTIPATER OF SIDON LONG LIVE LIFE by JACQUES BARON |