COLONOS! can it be that thou hast still Thy laurel and thine olives and thy vine? Do thy close-feather'd nightingales yet trill Their warbles of thick-sobbing song divine? Does the gold sheen of the crocus o'er thee shine And dew-fed clusters of the daffodil, And round thy flowery knots Cephisus twine, Aye oozing up with many a bubbling rill? Oh, might I stand beside thy leafy knoll, In sight of the far-off city-towers, and see The faithful-hearted pure Antigone Toward the dread precinct, leading sad and slow That awful temple of a kingly soul, Lifted to heaven by unexampled woe! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |