ALL-ADOR'D, all glorious Aphrodita, Heavn's goddess mysterious, I beseech thee With thy anguish and terror overwhelm not My spirit, O queen: But hither come thou, as, if e'er, aforetime Thou to my crying from afar attentive Harkenedst, an' out o' the golden archways Unto me camest, Harnessing thy fair flutterers, that earthward Swiftly drew thee down to the dusky mountains, Multitudinously winging from unseen Heights o' the wide air, And arrivèd, thrice-blessed, I beheld thee Smiling on me beautiful and triumphant, Heard thee asking of me what had befal'n me, Why had I call'd thee, And what I desir'd above all to comfort My madden'd heart:—Who is it hath deny'd thee? Shall not I subdue the rebel to thy love, Sapph', an' avenge thee? Come then, O queen: come to me and release me From bitter woe. Stand my ally. The thing that My spirit most longs for, accomplish, and win Victory with me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOBODY'S LOOKIN' BUT DE OWL AND DE MOON (A NEGRO SERENADE) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MATRES DOLOROSAE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES L. OF G.'S PURPORT by WALT WHITMAN CARELESS LINES ON LABOUR by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |