(OF THE MASCARENE ISLANDS) 'Tuque, Testudo, resonare septem Callida nervis.' -- HOR. iii. II. MONSTER Chelonian, you suggest To some, no doubt, the calm, -- The torpid ease of islets drest In fan-like fern and palm; To some your cumbrous ways, perchance, Darwinian dreams recall; And some your Rip-van-Winkle glance, And ancient youth appal; So widely varied views dispose: But not so mine, -- for me Your vasty vault but simply shows A LYRE immense, per se, A LYRE to which the Muse might chant A truly 'Orphic tale,' Could she but find that public want, A Bard -- of equal scale! Oh, for a Bard of awful words, And lungs serenely strong, To sweep from your sonorous chords Niagaras of song, Till, dinned by that tremendous strain, The grovelling world, aghast, Should leave its paltry greed of gain, And mend its ways ... at last! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEN BOLT by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH THE SHADOW ON THE STONE by THOMAS HARDY THE TEACHER by LESLIE PINCKNEY HILL FIAMMETTA: SONNET. TO DANTE IN PARADISE by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO CRIPPLED SOLDIER by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |