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...MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL TO DICK, ON HIS SIXTH BIRTHDAY by SARA TEASDALE JOHANNES AGRICOLA IN MEDITATION by ROBERT BROWNING SONG by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE THE EUMENIDES: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS SONNET: AT MY WORD by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON HOME, SWEET HOME WITH VARIATIONS: 1. ORIGINAL THEME AS PAYNE WROTE IT by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER |