Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DAPHNE, by BLISS CARMAN Poet's Biography First Line: I know that face! Last Line: Our warm unsullied vows. Subject(s): Daphne (mythology) | ||||||||
I know that face! In some lone forest place, When June brings back the laurel to the hills, Where shade and sunlight lace, Where all day long The brown birds make their song A music that seems never to have known Dismay nor haste nor wrong I once before Have seen thee by the shore, As if about to shed the flowery guise And be thyself once more. Dear, shy, soft face, With just the elfin trace That lends thy human beauty the last touch Of wild, elusive grace! Can it be true, A god did once pursue Thy gleaming beauty through the glimmering wood Drenched in the Dorian dew, Too mad to stay His hot and headstrong way, Demented by the fragrance of thy flight, Heedless of thy dismay? But I to thee More gently fond would be, Nor less a lover woo thee with soft words And woodland melody; Take pipe and play Each forest fear away; Win thee to idle in the leafy shade All the long summer day; Tell thee old tales Of love, that still avails More than all mighty things in this great world, Still wonder works nor fails; Teach thee new lore, How to love more and more, And find the magical delirium In joys unguessed before. I would try over And over to discover Some wild, sweet, foolish, irresistible New way to be thy lover New, wondrous ways To fill thy golden days, Thy lovely pagan body with delight, Thy loving heart with praise. For I would learn, Deep in the brookside fern, The magic of the syrinx whispering low With bubbly fall and turn; Mock every note Of the green woodbird's throat, Till some wild strain, impassioned yet serene, Should form and float Far through the hills, Where mellow sunlight fills The world with joy, and from the purple vines The brew of life distils. Ah, then indeed Thy heart should have no need To tremble at a footfall in the brake, And bid thy bright limbs speed. But night would come, And I should make thy home In the deep pines, lit by a yellow star Hung in the dark blue dome A fragrant house Of woven balsam boughs, Where the great Cyprian mother should receive Our warm unsullied vows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APOLLO AND DAPHNE by PHILIP AYRES DAPHNE; FOR GRAHAM ROBERTSON by GORDON BOTTOMLEY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE COAST OF LIGURIA by EDWARD CARPENTER AN ECOLOGE BETWEN A SHEPHEARDE AND A HEARDMAN by ARTHUR GORGES APOLLO AND DAPHNE by GIAMBATTISTA MARINI DAPHNE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY METAMORPHOSES: BOOK 1. DAPHNE AND APOLLO by PUBLIUS OVIDIUS NASO A MORE ANCIENT MARINER by BLISS CARMAN |
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