RED-HANDED and with savage thews afire, They fly toward their stronghold on the fell; Fear on their flanks and death in front, they smell A lion lurking in the darkness dire. O'er torrent, gully, and entangled brier They leap, down-treading serpents terrible, While far away into the sky up-swell High hills about Olympus' topmost spire. At times a charger in the maddened raid Rears upward, and swings round with dreadful heed, Then in a bound rejoins the wild stampede, For he has seen, by the bright moonbeams made, An awful menace of enormous breed In monstrous girth of Herculëan shade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MUSIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET JASPER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON VENUS IN A GARDEN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE BOOK OF STONES AND LILIES by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 7 by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DOW BRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |