WHEN tender ewes, brought home with evening sun, Wend to their folds, And to their holds The shepherds trudge when light of day is done, Upon a tree The eagle, Jove's fair bird, did perch; There resteth he: A little fly his harbour then did search, And did presume, though others laugh'd thereat, To perch whereas the princely eagle sat. The eagle frown'd, and shook his royal wings, And charg'd the fly From thence to hie: Afraid, in haste the little creature flings, Yet seeks again, Fearful, to perk him by the eagle's side: With moody vein, The speedy post of Ganymede replied, "Vassal, avaunt, or with my wings you die: Is't fit an eagle seat him with a fly?" The fly crav'd pity, still the eagle frown'd: The silly fly, Ready to die, Disgrac'd, displac'd, fell grovelling to the ground: The eagle saw, And with a royal mind said to the fly, "Be not in awe, I scorn by me the meanest creature die; Then seat thee here." The joyful fly up flings, And sat safe-shadow'd with the eagle's wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SWORD AND THE SICKLE by WILLIAM BLAKE BETWEEN THE LINES by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON SONG TOURNAMENT: NEW STYLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER AGAINST INDIFFERENCE by CHARLES WEBBE THE COMPLAINT OF FANCY by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |