ON the tender myrtle-branches, In the meadow lotus-grassed, While the wearied sunlight softly To the Happy Islands passed, -- Reddest lips the reddest vintage Of the bright Aegean quaffing, There I saw them lie, the evening Hazes rippled with their laughing. Round them boys, with hair as golden As Queen Cytherea's own is, Sang to lyres wreathed with ivy Of the beautiful Adonis -- (Of Adonis the Desired, He has perished on the mountain,) While their voices, rising, falling, As the murmur of a fountain, Glittered upwards at the mention Of his beauty unavailing; Scattered into rainbowed teardrops To the "ai ai" of the wailing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ANCIENT PROPHECY by PHILIP FRENEAU LINES WRITTEN IN AN OVID by MATTHEW PRIOR ALFRED THE HARPER by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) BREAK, BREAK, BREAK by ALFRED TENNYSON PHILOSOPHY by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS PEACE AND SHEPHERD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LAST MAN: LIFE A GLASS WINDOW by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |