YE Dorian woods and waves lament aloud, -- Augment your tide, O streams, with fruit-less tears, For the beloved Bion is no more. Let every tender herb and plant and flower, From each dejected bud and drooping bloom, Shed dews of liquid sorrow, and with breath Of melancholy sweetness on the wind Diffuse its languid love; let roses blush, Anemones grow paler for the loss Their dells have known; and thou, O hyacinth, Utter thy legend now -- yet more, dumb flower, Than 'ah! alas!' -- thine is no common grief -- Bion the [sweetest singer] is no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIME THE HANGMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TO THE VIRGINIAN VOYAGE [1611] by MICHAEL DRAYTON SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 1. AT TEA by THOMAS HARDY SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 3. BY HER AUNT'S GRAVE by THOMAS HARDY WHITTIER by MARGARET ELIZABETH MUNSON SANGSTER |