BANDUSIA, stainless mirror of the sky! Thine is the flower-crown'd bowl, for thee shall die, When dawns you sun, the kid; Whose horns, half-seen, half-hid, Challenge to dalliance or to strife -- in vain! Soon must the firstling of the wild herd be slain, And those cold springs of thine With blood incarnadine. Fierce glows the Dogstar, but his fiery beam Toucheth not thee: still grateful thy cool stream To labour-wearied ox, Or wanderer from the flocks: And henceforth thou shalt be a royal fountain: My harp shall tell how from yon cavernous mountain, Where the brown oak grows tallest, All babblingly thou fallest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN HORATIAN ODE UPON CROMWELL'S RETURN FROM IRELAND by ANDREW MARVELL COURAGE THAT OVERCOMES by MARGARETE ROSE AKIN NIGHT AND MORNING SONGS: 9. A MAD MAID'S SONG by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE ROMAUNT OF MARGRET by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ROGER WILLIAMS by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH |