Farewell, ye coral caves, ye pearly sands, Ye waving woods that crown yon lofty steep; Farewell, ye Nereides of the glittering deep, Ye mountain tribes, ye fawns, ye sylvan bands: On the bleak rock your frantic minstrel stands, Each task forgot, save that, to sigh and weep; In vain the strings her burning fingers sweep, No more her touch, the Grecian Lyre commands! In Circe's cave my faithless Phaon's laid, Her demons dress his brow with opiate flowers; Or, loitering in the brown pomegranate shade, Beguile with amorous strains the fateful hours; While Sappho's lips, to paly ashes fade, And sorrow's cankering worm her heart devours! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) TO E. T.: 1917 by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE ECSTASY [EXTASIE] by JOHN DONNE WHAT THE THRUSH SAID by JOHN KEATS PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBOR by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE ROSE AND THE GAUNTLET by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) |