TO LUCIA Apollo left the golden Muse And shepherded a mortal's sheep, Theocritus of Syracuse! To mock the giant swain that woos The sea-nymph in the sunny deep, Apollo left the golden Muse next hit . Afield he drove his lambs and ewes Where Milon and where Battus reap, Theocritus of Syracuse! To watch thy tunny-fishers cruise Below the dim Sicilian steep Apollo left the golden Muse. Ye twain did loiter in the dews, Ye slept the swain's unfever'd sleep, Theocritus of Syracuse! That time might half with his confuse Thy songs-like his, that laugh and leap- Theocritus of Syracuse, Apollo left the golden Muse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENEN IN THE VILLAGE by WILLIAM BARNES WAR IS KIND: 23 by STEPHEN CRANE SCHOOLTEACHER by ANGELO PHILIP BERTOCCI AN INSCRIPTION by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT I THINK I KNOW NO FINER THINGS THAN DOGS by HALLY CARRINGTON BRENT |