OH, whither is my fair sun fled, Bearing his light, not heat, away? If thou repose in the moist bed Of the Sea-Queen, bring back the day To our dark clime, and thou shalt lie Bath'd in the sea flows from mine eye. Upon what whirlwind didst thou ride Hence, yet remain fix'd in my heart, From me and to me fled and ti'd? Dark riddles of the amorous art! Love lent thee wings to fly, so he Unfeather'd now must rest with me. Help, help, brave youth! I burn, I bleed! The cruel god with bow and brand Pursues the life thy valour freed; Disarm him with thy conquering hand; And that thou mayest the wild boy tame, Give me his dart, keep thou his flame. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE BOW, FR. THE WHITE COMPANY by ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE HYMN FOR EPIPHANY by REGINALD HEBER OF TREASON by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS LINES WRITTEN IN AN OVID by MATTHEW PRIOR CLERICAL OPPRESSORS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: ISBRAND by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |