STILL Etna bears the red wine and the gold Made glad Theocritus in times antique; But in our day 'twere vain for him to seek That fruit whereof his gracious verses told. As bond-slave bartered and as harlot sold, The blood of Anjou Brave and Arab Sheik Now strives in Arethusa with the Greek; Her face hath lost the godlike lines of old. Time hastes. All dies. Ev'n marble towers tumble. Old Agregente's citadel is down; Still Syracuse sleeps where the blue unfurls: Only on silver coins that cannot crumble Love set unsullied in its old renown The immortal beauty of Sicilian girls. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BIT OF SKY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO TIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE FRUIT GARDEN PATH by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 6 by CLARENCE MAJOR HOW THE GREAT GUEST CAME by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: LOVERIDGE CHASE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |