@3O Pars, awake! The humming-bird's a-wing; Still thrills the nightingale's sweet welcoming. Lo, from the hills—the Spring, her hair snow-splashed! Rose gardens burst to wildest blossoming. But night owls hoot around Persepolis; Where jeweled feet have trod, the serpents hiss; To these dead halls there comes no Springtime bliss: My time-old search for truth is but as this. This quest sung he who took the Vine to Spouse; Nay Pars, why from thy thousand dreams arouse? If dark thine ancient doors, where dwells the light? In Omar's harp, why wake despair's carouse?@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LONESOME CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CANTICLE OF THE RACE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALFRED MOIR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BACKGROUND AND DESIGN by KAREN SWENSON FROM THE WOOLWORTH TOWER by SARA TEASDALE |