Prometheus, when first from heaven high He brought down fire, till then on earth not seen, Fond of delight, a satyr standing by Gave it a kiss, as it like sweet had been. Feeling forthwith the other burning power, Wood with the smart, with shouts and shrieking still, He sought his ease in river, field and bower, But for the time his grief went with him still. So silly I, with that unwonted sight, In human shape, an angel from above, Feeding mine eyes, th'impression there did light, That since I run and rest as pleaseth love. The difference is, the satyr's lips, my heart; He for a while; I evermore have smart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CELSUS AT HADRIAN'S VILLA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BUCOLIC COMEDY: KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID by EDITH SITWELL THE GLORY OF ALL ENGLAND by EDWARD WILLIAM BOK WHAT'S IN A NAME by BERTON BRALEY RISE, GLORIOUS CONQUEROR! RISE by MATTHEW BRIDGES VERSES ON THE DESTRUCTION OF DRUMLANRIG WOODS by ROBERT BURNS |