ÆGINA'S foam is high and wild Where Pan immortal sits enisled; But thou and I with flying oar Seek Psyttaleia's sacred shore. The City of the Violet Crown Well knows that rocky island's frown; But thou and I together learned What fires upon her altars burned. Oh, many a sail goes gleaming there Bound for some olive-garden fair; But thou and I made fast to her And found her cypress lovelier. The shrines of Aphrodite lift Their smoke in every village-rift; But thou and I remote from man Propitiate the woodland Pan. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 2 by JAMES JOYCE MY DEATH AS A GIRL I KNEW by JAMES GALVIN FRAGMENT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EMMA LAZARUS DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |