O LIST to this spring time's terrible jest! In savage troops the maidens fair Are rushing along with fluttering hair, And howls of anguish and naked breast: -- Adonis! Adonis! The night falls fast. By torchlight clear They sadly explore each forest track, Which mournful answers is echoing back Of laughter, sobs, sighs, and cries of fear: -- Adonis! Adonis! That youthful figure, so wondrous fair, Now lies on the ground all pale and dead; His blood has dyed each floweret red, And mournful sighs resound through the air: -- Adonis! Adonis! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLUEBEARD'S CLOSET by ROSE TERRY COOKE ON COMMUNISTS; EPIGRAM by EBENEZER ELLIOTT YOUR LAD, AND MY LAD by RANDALL PARRISH SCUM O' THE EARTH' by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER IDYLLS OF THE KING: BALIN AND BALAN by ALFRED TENNYSON WHY TELL? by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THE WAY THAT LOVERS USE by RUPERT BROOKE |