To mortal men Peace giveth these good things: Wealth, and the flowers of honey-throated song; The flame that springs On craven altars from fat sheep and kine, Slain to the gods in heaven; and, all day long, Games for glad youths, and flutes, and wreaths and circling wine. Then in the steely shield swart spiders weave Their web and dusky woof: Rust to the pointed spear and sword doth cleave; The brazen trump sounds no alarms; Nor is sleep harried from our eyes aloof, But with sweet rest my bosom warms: The streets are thronged with lovely men and young, And hymns in praise of boys like flames to heaven are flung. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPON JULIA'S VOICE by ROBERT HERRICK DEATH STANDS ABOVE ME by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR AN ORIGINAL THOUGHT by MARIA ABDY FRIAR JEROME'S BEAUTIFUL BOOK; A.D. 1200 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PSALM 49 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE EASTERN TEMPEST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |