AND now Cyllenian Hermes summon'd forth The spirits of the suitors; waving wide The golden wand of power to seal all eyes In slumber, and to ope them wide again, He drove them gibbering down into the shades, As when the bats within some hallow'd cave Flit squeaking all around, for if but one Fall from the rock, the rest all follow him, In such connexion mutual they adhere; So, after bounteous Mercury, the ghosts Troop'd downward gibbering all the dreary way. The Ocean's flood and the Leucadian rock, The Sun's gate also and the land of Dreams They pass'd, whence next into the meads they came Of Asphodel, by shadowy forms possess'd, Simulars of the dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRUG STORE by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER THE GOOD SHEPHERD WITH THE KID by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE BANKRUPT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE MARCH OF THE REGIMENT, 1861 by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL DEBORAH LEE by WILLIAM HENRY BURLEIGH POEM, ADDRESSED TO COLLECTOR MITCHELL by ROBERT BURNS TO MISS JESSY LEWARS by ROBERT BURNS IN WAR-TIME (AN AMERICAN HOMEWARD-BOUND) by FLORENCE EARLE COATES |