IN WHICH WAS PAINTED THE STORY OF CEPHALUS AND PROCRIS WITH THE MOTTO, AURA VENI Come, gentle Air! th' AEolian Shepherd said, While Procris panted in the secret shade; Come, gentle Air, the fairer Delia cries, While at her feet her swain expiring lies. Lo the glad gales o'er all her beauties stray, Breathe on her lips, and in her bosom play! In Delia's hand this toy is fatal found, Nor could that fabled dart more surely wound: Both gifts destructive to the givers prove; Alike both lovers fall by those they love. Yet guiltless too this bright destroyer lives, At random wounds, nor knows the wound she gives: She views the story with attentive eyes, And pities Procris, while her lover dies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IT JUST SO HAPPENS by JAMES GALVIN TO RIDGELY TORRENCE - PLAYWRIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AT THE MERMAID TAVERN (APRIL 10, 1613) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. PURKAPILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MY SENSES DO NOT DECEIVE ME by MARIANNE MOORE THE CHARGE OF THE BREAD BRIGADE by EZRA POUND OCTAVES: 20 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |