HEAR thou the dream, O faithless maid! Which Fancy yesternight portray'd. I saw the cavern in whose cells The sage Alfesibeus dwells. Alfesibeus—in whose hand Uprais'd I saw the dusky wand, Which paler still the pale moon makes, Which tempest-tost the ocean shakes. "Father! have pity," thus I cried; "A rankling wound within my side I bear, and would from thee obtain Some magic herb to ease the pain." Then laugh'd the good old man outright, And answer made, "Thy cure is flight— Alfesibeus can bestow No better herb to ease thy woe." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 11 by JAMES JOYCE NON SUM QUALIS ERAM BONAE SUB REGNO CYNARAE by ERNEST CHRISTOPHER DOWSON THE LEADEN-EYED by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE SPIRIT OF SHAKESPEARE: 1 by GEORGE MEREDITH LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON THE NIGHT EXPRESS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |