WHERE, on the mountain peaks high up, Their torch-lit feasts the gods amuse, Often you took a great gold cup, A vessel such as shepherds use, And milked a lioness with your hands, to make A round of silver-bright cheese-cake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEARS AT RASPBERRY TIME by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE MOTHER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 3. TEESTAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ANCHORED TO THE INFINITE by EDWIN MARKHAM |