Reclined amid the woods that waved around Castalia's crystal fount and murmuring stream, While ever blooming flowerets decked the ground, And brightened in the summer's softened beam, Thy virgins nine, with lyres of burnished gold, Around thy Sylvan throne their descant rolled, And through the mountain glen -- the pensive shade, A mellow echo would the strain prolong, And as around the hollow cliffs it played, A thousand heavenly harps seemed answering to the song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A CASTILIAN SONG by SARA TEASDALE HUMAN FLIES by KATHARINE ADAMS PSALM 1. THE RIGHTEOUS AND THE WICKED CONTRASTED by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN NOR CARE TOO MUCH by MARY E. BUFFINTON SONG TO A LADY NOT YET ENJOY'D BY HER HUSBAND by THOMAS CAREW LYRICS OF THE RAIL: 3. THE SLEEPING-CAR by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE |