WHEN Neptune, riding on the southern seas, Shall from the bosom of his leman yield Th' Arcadian wonder, men and gods to please, Plenty in pride shall march amidst the field; Dead men shall war, and unborn babes shall frown, And with their falchions hew their foemen down. When lambs have lions for their surest guide, And planets rest upon th' Arcadian hills, When swelling seas have neither ebb nor tide, When equal banks the ocean-margin fills; Then look, Arcadians, for a happy time, And sweet content within your troubled clime. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOST LOVELY SHADE; FOR ALICE BOUVERIE by EDITH SITWELL ROCOCO by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE CONFLICT AND PEACE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE TIMELY MEMENTO by PHILIP AYRES STREAMLINERA: SKYSCRAPER-ELEVATOR by PAULINE JONES BURNS |