ONE night unhappy Celadon, Beneath a friendly myrtle's shade, With folded arms and eyes cast down, Gently reposed his love-sick head; Whilst Thyrsis, sporting on the neighbouring plain, Thus heard the discontented youth complain: 'Ask not the cause why sickly flowers Faintly recline their drooping heads; As fearful of approaching showers, They strive to hide them in their beds; Grieving with Celadon they downward grow, And feel with him a sympathy of woe. 'Chloris will go; the cruel fair, Regardless of her dying swain, Leaves him to languish, to despair, And murmur out in sighs his pain. The fugitive to fair Augusta flies, To make new slaves, and gain new victories.' So restless monarchs, though possessed Of all that we call state or power, Fancy themselves but meanly blessed, Vainly ambitious still of more. Round the wide world impatiently they roam, Not satisfied with private sway at home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHIP OF RIO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE MARTYRS OF THE MAINE by RUPERT HUGHES ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 14 by PHILIP SIDNEY LEE TO THE REAR [MAY 12, 1864] by JOHN REUBEN THOMPSON TO WALTER LIONEL DE ROTHSCHILD ON HIS BAR-MITZVAH by LOUIS BARNETT ABRAHAMS AGAMEMNON: THE PURPLE CARPER by AESCHYLUS A MARLOW MADRIGAL by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BASSE |