I LONG to sing the siege of Troy; Or Thebes which Cadmus reared so high; But though with hand and voice I strove, My lute will sound nothing but love, I changed the strings, but 'twould not do't; At last I took another lute; And then I tried to sing the praise Of all-performing Hercules. But when I sung Alcides' name, My lute resounds love, love again. Then farewell, all ye Grecian peers, And all true Trojan cavaliers; Nor gods nor men my lute can move; 'Tis dumb to all but love, love, love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO THE BROWN PAPER BAG by JAMES GALVIN SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENIA TODD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AN ISLAND (SAINT HELENA, 1821) by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON AFTER DIVORCE; FOR NAHID SARMAD by KAREN SWENSON THE WISE WOMAN by SARA TEASDALE THE DISPUTE OF THE HEART AND BODY OF FRANCOIS VILLON by FRANCOIS VILLON |