Now to the spring he came, To Pegae Fountain (in the native name), Where nymphs were set to dancing -- the delight Of nymphs for ever on that lovely mountain, Who sing the song of Artemis by night. All those who haunted mountain tops and streams Remotely ranged their forest; but she rose, The water nymph, out of her tumbling fountain, To see him coming close. With gallant mien, flushed beautiful he goes By the enskied full moon lit with moon beams. Then Cypris thrilled her heart with loving tremble, The nymph might scarce her very wits assemble; But when he put his pitcher on the brim, Leaning along, while all the water splashed Loudly into the urn, she came on him, Her left arm round about his neck she flung, Ardent to kiss his lips; her right hand clung To his bent arm, and him in the lasher pool she dashed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PATIENCE TAUGHT BY NATURE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET TO A NEGRO IN HARLEM by HELENE JOHNSON TO HASEKAWA by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG THE IDLERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE STEALING OF THE MARE; AN ARABIC EPIC OF THE TENTH CENTURY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE ROCK OF LIBERTY; A PILGRIM ODE, 1620-1920: 3. ACHIEVEMENT by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |