Phoebus Apollo, from Olympus driven, Lived with Admetus, tending herds and flocks: And strolling o'er the pastures and the rocks He found his life much duller than in Heaven. For he had left his bow, his songs, his lyre, His divinations and his healing skill, And as a serf obeyed his master's will. One day a new thought waked an old desire. He took to painting, with his colors seven, The sheep, the cows, the faces of the swains, All shapes and hues in forests and on plains. These old sun-pictures all are lost, or given Away among the gods. Man owns but half The Sun-god's secret -- in the Photograph. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENITENTIAL PSALM: 6. DOMINE NE IN FURORE by THOMAS WYATT THE INQUEST by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES LULLABY by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON TO JOHN DONNE (2) by BEN JONSON COBWEBS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BLACK VULTURE by GEORGE STERLING THE SAILOR; A ROMAIC BALLAD by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |