CEASE from grinding, O ye toilers; women, slumber still, Even if the crowing roosters call the morning star; For Demeter has appointed Nymphs to turn your mill, And upon the water-wheel alighting here they are. See, how quick they twirl the axle whose revolving rays Spin the heavy hollow rollers quarried overseas; So again we savour the delights of ancient days, Taught to eat the fruits of Mother Earth in idle ease. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER TWO YEARS by RICHARD ALDINGTON TIE-DOWN OF A BONSAI by MARVIN BELL ADOLF EICHMANN by HAYDEN CARRUTH AN EXPATIATION ON THE COMBINING OF WEATHERS AT THIRTY .... by HAYDEN CARRUTH GREEN MOUNTAIN IDYL by HAYDEN CARRUTH NOT TRANSHISTORICAL DEATH, OR AT LEAST NOT QUITE by HAYDEN CARRUTH |