O hush thee, my child! thy mother bends o'er thee, And clasps to her heart her own, dear son, She, a proud king's daughter, Zeus' own beloved, Calls now for aid, forsaken, alone. This wave-toss'd chest is, alas! thy cradle, And a wild, weird lullaby chant the gales; But, tho' all the gods pursue and hate thee, Thy mother is with thee; her love ne'er fails. Oh, hush thee, my child! ah! Zeus will hearken, And guide us safe o'er this pitiless main; And on other shores, by him protected, 'Mid grass and flow'rs thou wilt play again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SLAVE'S DREAM by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ON FRIENDS AND FOES by WILLIAM BLAKE THE ACID TEST by BERTON BRALEY THE TWENTY-SECOND OF DECEMBER by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE WILD HUNTSMAN by GOTTFRIED AUGUST BURGER SUBWAY TRACK-WALKERS by DANA BURNET DWARF AND GIANT by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |