Out of what stabled brain have you pranced, Grecian horse? Were its floors White marble and its roof all hammered gold, Or was it all swirling mists, Half ancient and half modern? Were you meant to be a centaur? Did you ever snort, Throw your proud neck back, And paw the ground with hoofs, All shod with splendour Near a man's shadow that answered To the name of Homer? Or perhaps you waved your flowing Tail in unison with the quivering Harp strings, that vibrated To the deathless love songs Of a young maiden called Sappho? Let me leap on your broad back, And feel your magnificent body under me, Carrying me back to that lost age of beauty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIREFLY; A SONG by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS THE PASSOVER IN THE HOLY FAMILY (FOR A DRAWING) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI HE REMEMBERS FORGOTTEN BEAUTY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ANDROMEDA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 82. AL-RAWUF by EDWIN ARNOLD THE LAY OF THE LEGION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE COMMON LOT by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH TO MISS ANNA MARIA TRAVERS. AN EPISTLE FROM SCOTLAND by CHARLOTTE BRERETON |