BY Pisa's walls does old Alpheus flow To Sea, and thence to's Arethusa go, With waters bearing presents as they move, Leaves, flowers, and olive-branches, to his Love. And of the sacred dust the heroes raise, When at Olympic Games they strive for bays; He sinks and dives with art beneath the sea, And to Sicilia does his streams convey. But still will he his purity retain, Nor is his course obstructed by the main. 'Twas Love, whose subtil tricks will ne'er be done, That taught the am'rous river thus to run. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VISION OF BELSHAZZAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON HAMATREYA by RALPH WALDO EMERSON HOW ARE YOU, SANITARY?' by FRANCIS BRET HARTE O BLACK AND UNKNOWN BARDS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THAT HOLY THING by GEORGE MACDONALD TO DR. AIKIN ON HIS COMPLAINING THAT SHE NEGLECTED HIM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |