I will get me to the wood Where the gods walk garlanded in wistaria, By the silver blue flood move others with ivory cars. There come forth many maidens to gather grapes for the leopards, my friend, For there are leopards drawing the cars. I will walk in the glade, I will come out from the new thicket and accost the procession of maidens. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOUSE WITH THE MARBLE STEPS by AMY LOWELL ON A VOLUME OF SCHOLASTIC PHILOSOPHY by GEORGE SANTAYANA DEATH IN THE KITCHEN by THOMAS HOOD THE DEATH OF LYON by HENRY PETERSON NIGHT BY THE RIVER by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II IMAGES: 1 by RICHARD ALDINGTON FULFILLMENT by CLARIBEL WEEKS AVERY BODY AND SOUL: A METAPHYSICAL ARGUMENT by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |