Diana (on a time) walking the wood, To sport herselfe, of her faire traine forlorne, Chaunc't for to pricke her foote against a thorne, And from thence issu'd out a streame of blood. No sooner shee was vanisht out of sight, But loves faire Queen came there away by chance, And having of this hap a glym'ring glance, She put the blood into a christall bright, When being now come unto mount Rhodope, With her faire hands she formes a shape of Snow, And blends it with this blood; from whence doth grow A lovely creature, brighter than the Dey. And being christned in faire Paphos shrine, She call'd him Ganymede: as all divine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FRIENDLY WOOD by PAUL VALERY BOLDNESS IN LOVE by THOMAS CAREW MOTLEY: THE GHOST by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN by THOMAS HARDY THE PRESENT CRISIS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL A CHILD'S SONG OF CHRISTMAS by MARJORIE LOWRY CHRISTIE PICKTHALL SONGS OF TRAVEL: 45. TO S.R. CROCKETT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |