OH, haughty Thebes! In shadowy days of yore, Where history faintly blends with mythologic lore, I was thy hidden terror, yet, revealed, I traced a stain of woe upon thy glittering shield. Fair Palestine! I was put forth in thee Amid a scene of gay festivity; Yet brought by me a sullen frown, I ween, Was on the brow of my originator seen. 'Tis mine to give thee strange and needless toil, For Gordian knots I weave in many a tangled coil: I shun publicity, for I declare, That if you speak my name, I vanish into air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KATHMANDU GUEST HOUSE by KAREN SWENSON THE BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE A LITTLE CHILD'S HYMN; FOR NIGHT AND MORNING by FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE AT THE SEASIDE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON I DREAM I'M LEAVING by MARGARET AHO HUMANE REVENGE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |