Do you remember, Daphne, that archaic strain by the sycamore base, by pale laurels, below the olive tree, the myrtle or disturbed willow, that song of love forever rising once again? Do you remember that huge court, the god's domain, those bitter lemons where the marks your teeth made show, the cave whose rash indwellers found death long ago where sleeps the seed primeval of the dragon slain? They will come back, those gods whom you forever mourn, for time shall see the order of old days reborn. The earth has shuddered to a breath of prophecy. And yet the sybil with her Latin face serene lies sleeping still beneath the arch of Constantine where no break mars the cold gateway's austerity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LOVE SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LOVE SONG OF J. ALFRED PRUFROCK by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE DOUBLE-HEADED SNAKE OF NEWBURY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE POET by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY |