CYLLENE rise! yon osier trees, Waving their branches to the breeze, Court thee in hollow gentle sighs, And whisper, "Fair Cyllene rise." Heaven's canopy is studded bright, With countless stars, in streams of light; Yet what avail their beams divine, If thou fair queen, refuse to shine? The shepherd's lute with sprightly sound Awakes the mountain echoes round; And as the warbling cadence dies, It murmurs forth, "Cyllene rise." Down in yon vale the minstrel's hand Strikes the loud harp to glory's band; And as the glowing theme's pursued, Feels all his youthful fires renewed. And now to thee he tunes the lay, And courts thy soft and placid ray; Romantic melody awakes the skies, To thee he carols, "Fair Cyllene rise." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF ANY OLD MAN by ISAAC ROSENBERG WOMAN'S WILL by JOHN GODFREY SAXE TO R.K. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN |