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...WHAT BEST I SEE; TO U.S.G. RETURN'D FROM HIS WORLD'S TOUR by WALT WHITMAN A CRADLE SONG by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE WORLD'S WAY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MY FORMER LIFE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE L'ALBUM D'UNE CANADIENNE by LEVI BISHOP NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 19 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IMPROMPTU ON AN INNKEEPER NAMED BACON by ROBERT BURNS |