AMID the sea there lies a lovely isle, Sacred to Doris, mother of the nymphs Of ocean, and AEgean Neptune. This, Once floating round the shores, Apollo bound Fast to Gyaros and to Myconos, And bade it stay unmoved, and scorn the winds. Hither I sail. This pleasant isle receives Within its port the weary voyagers. Landing, we hail with praise Apollo's seat. King Anius, Phoebus' priest and king in one, His temples bound with fillets and with bays, Meets us, and knows Anchises his old friend. Then hands are grasped, with hospitable cheer, Under his roof. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY FOR AN ENEMY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DEAD LEAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TIRED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 8 by JAMES JOYCE |