Climb with me, Laomedon's white fleeces, Upward to the hilltops, up to Ida, To unshaded dews and earliest dawning. Young and lustrous, god and yet a servant, As a star past rock and stream I climb. Raise your heads erect, ye flocks, and listen To the note I strike from off my lyre! They have heard, they stand each head erected; Thus they wait the Grazing-Tune that woos Slowly to the ridges and the sky. I have struck it: all submissive listen, Till they feed in mystery, advancing, Drawn to solemn paces by a spell; Then to sharper strains one way they hurry, Fleece by fleece around me, till I strike Sweet, soft notes that lay them down to slumber, I beside them, where the sun no more Falls across us, but the chilling moonlight: There we sleep, my flock and I together, I, a god, though servant of a king. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRUEL MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: MARSH SONG - AT SUNSET by SIDNEY LANIER TO THE DANDELION by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL KITTY NEIL by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER STANZAS COMPOSED AT CARNAC by MATTHEW ARNOLD SPANISH WINGS: A LEAF FROM A LOG BOOK by H. BABCOCK TO MRS. PRIESTLEY, WITH SOME DRAWINGS OF BIRDS AND INSECTS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |