NONE elder city doth the Sun behold Than ancient Lycosura; 'twas begun Ere Zeus the meat of mortals learned to shun, And here hath he a grove whose haunted fold The driven deer seek and huntsmen dread: 'tis told That whoso fares within that forest dun Thenceforth shall cast no shadow in the Sun, Ay, and within the year his life is cold! Hard by dwelt he who, while the Gods deigned eat At good men's tables, gave them dreadful meat, A child he slew:—his mountain altar green Here still hath Zeus, with rites untold of me, Piteous, but as they are let these things be, And as from the beginning they have been! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT WE SAID THE LIGHT SAID by JAMES GALVIN FALSE POETS AND TRUE; TO WORDSWORTH by THOMAS HOOD BEAUTIFUL MEALS by THOMAS STURGE MOORE SONNET: 66 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNET by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |