WIND on the waters blowing, Sea wind, borne on by thee Run ships of sail light-going Over the heaving sea -- Ay me, Whither, O whither driven Shall I with sorrow come, A captive woman, given In bondage -- and to whom? At Dorian port arriven, Or some Thessalian home Where shine the fabled waters, Apidanus' fair daughters, That feed the level loam. Shall blade of oar go sweeping To island harbour bound? Waits now the house of weeping In Delos' holy ground? Ay me, Laurel and palm-tree plaited Latona's bower of old, The green leaf new-created That holy birth extolled; There I, so it be fated, Sad festival shall hold In choirs that sing a Maiden With bow and quiver laden, And diadem of gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOYS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 9 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN STEVENSON'S BIRTHDAY by KATHERINE WISE MILLER SONNET: TO SLEEP by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE GOLDEN AGE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |