Nine sisters, beautiful in form and face, Came from their convent on the shining heights Of Pierus, the mountain of delights, To dwell among the people at its base. Then seemed the world to change. All time and space, Splendor of cloudless days and starry nights, And men and manners, and all sounds and sights, Had a new meaning, a diviner grace. Proud were these sisters, but were not too proud To teach in schools of little country towns Science and song, and all the arts that please; So that while housewives span, and farmers ploughed, Their comely daughters, clad in homespun gowns, Learned the sweet songs of the Pierides. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH'S IMMORTALITY by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE ILIAD: ACHILLES OVER THE TRENCH by HOMER THE GOOD SHEPHERD by FELIX LOPE DE VEGA CARPIO MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 9 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI NOS IMMORTALES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET AFTER OPERATION by JULIET BRANHAM THE PASSING OF WOODROW WILSON, PROPHET OF PEACE by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS |