LAPPED in Thessalia's forest-mantled hills Lies the fair vale of Tempe: down the gorge, O'ercanopied with groves, old Peneus rolls From Pindus' foot his waters to the sea, Wreathing the woods with mist of silvery spray, And resonant, through many a league around, With many a fall. There, in the caverned rock That makes his palace-home, the River-God Sits sovereign o'er the stream that bears his name And all its haunting nymphs. And thither throng The brother-powers of all the neighbor-floods, Doubtful or to congratulate or condole The parent's hap: Spercheus, poplar-crowned, -- Enipeus turbulent, Apidonus Hoary with age, and smooth Amphrysus came, And AEas, and the rest, that lead their waves, Weary with many wanderings, to the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPLANDS IN MAY by CARL SANDBURG THE SCHOOL BOY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BEGGAR MAID [AND KING COPHETUA] by ALFRED TENNYSON LET ME FORGET by OMA CARLYLE ANDERSON TO A GARDEN -- ON LEAVING IT by WILLIAM BARNES |