With Pegasus upon a day, Apollo, weary flying, Through frosty hills the journey lay, On foot the way was plying. Poor slipshod giddy Pegasus Was but a sorry walker; To Vulcan then Apollo goes, To get a frosty caulker. Obliging Vulcan fell to work, Threw by his coat and bonnet, And did Sol's business in a crack; Sol paid him with a sonnet. Ye Vulcan's sons of Wanlockhead, Pity my sad disaster; My Pegasus is poorly shod, I'll pay you like my master. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LYING IN THE GRASS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE LOVE SONGS TO JOANNES by MINA LOY SUMMER IN ENGLAND, 1914 by ALICE MEYNELL SONNET: 128 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE ELF CHILD by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS THE MUSIC O' THE DEAD by WILLIAM BARNES WHAT DICK AN' I DID by WILLIAM BARNES SONGS OF MIRZA SCHAFFY, SELECTION by FRIEDRICH MARTIN VON BODENSTEDT |