Two nymphs, both nearly of an age, Of numerous charms possessed, A warm dispute once chanced to wage Whose temper was the best. The worth of each had been complete Had both alike been mild; But one, although her smile was sweet, Frowned oftener than she smiled; And in her humour, when she frowned, Would raise her voice, and roar, And shake with fury to the ground The garland that she wore. The other was of gentler cast, From all such frenzy clear, Her frowns were seldom known to last, And never proved severe. To poets of renown in song The nymphs referred the cause, Who, strange to tell, all judged it wrong, And gave misplaced applause. They gentle called, and kind and soft, The flippant and the scold, And though she changed her mood so oft, That failing left untold. No judges, sure, were e'er so mad, Or so resolved to err,-- In short, the charms her sister had They lavished all on her. Then thus the god, whom fondly they Their great Inspirer call, Was heard, one genial summer's day, To reprimand them all. "Since thus ye have combined," he said, "My favourite nymph to slight, "Adorning May, that peevish maid, "With June's undoubted right, "The minx shall, for your folly's sake, "Still prove herself a shrew, "Shall make your scribbling fingers ache, "And pinch your noses blue." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GARRISON by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT SIGNS OF THE TIMES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR GRENADIER by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SENTINEL SONGS: 1 by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN I SHALL LIVE TO BE OLD by SARA TEASDALE A WOMAN'S ANSWER TO THE VAMPIRE by FELICIA BLAKE |