(In the Accademia of Florence) WHAT masque of what old wind-withered New-Year Honours this Lady? Flora, wanton-eyed For birth, and with all flowrets prankt and pied: Aurora, Zephyrus, with mutual cheer Of clasp and kiss: the Graces circling near, 'Neath bower-linked arch of whhite arms glorified: And with those feathered feet which hovering glide O'er Spring's brief bloom, Hermes the harbinger. Birth-bare, not death-bare yet, the young stems stand, This Lady's temple-columns: o'er her head Love wings his shaft. What mystery here is read Of homage or of hope? But how command Dead Springs to answer? And how question here These mummers of that wind-withered New-Year? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HUMAN ABSTRACT, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SONNET TO THE AUTUMNAL MOON by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE LAST POST by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES TO A CHILD EMBRACING HIS MOTHER by THOMAS HOOD CUBA LIBRA [APRIL, 1896] by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE KLONDIKE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |