PIPE, mellow reed, once more the ancient plaint Wherewith the close-cropped slopes of Arcady Were resonant; pipe the sweet airs and faint That lovers' griefs have taught you, now for me. The moist-eyed stars arch 'round me questioning What lovely stripling now has come to sighs; But you, dark mists, close o'er me as I sing Lest they my humble shepherd mien despise. Would'st thou behold still other lovers' tears, Red moon, arising on the cloudy plain? What note of mine can please thy careless ears That heard the sweet complaints of gods in vain! My heavy fingers stumble on the reed,— My voice can barely rise a sigh above; 'Tis not the singer's wreath for which I plead, O cruel night, take pity, 'tis for love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER TWO YEARS by RICHARD ALDINGTON CAESAR'S LOST TRANSPORT SHIPS by ROBERT FROST TO W.E.B. DUBOIS - SCHOLAR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JAMES GARBER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPRING by EDITH SITWELL PROTESTS (AFTER A PAINTING BY HUGO BALLIN) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |