HELIOS all day long his allotted labor pursues; No rest to his passionate heart and his panting horses given, From the moment when roseate-fingered Eos kindles the dews And spurns the salt sea-floors, ascending silvery the heaven, Until from the hand of Eos Hesperos, trembling, receives His fragrant lamp, and faint in the twilight hangs it up. Then the over-wearied son of Hyperion lightly leaves His dusty chariot, and softly slips into his golden cup: And to holy AEthiopia, under the oceanstream, Back from the sunken retreats of the sweet Hesperides, Leaving his unloved labor, leaving his unyoked team, He sails to his much-loved wife; and stretches his limbs at ease In a laurelled lawn divine, on a bed of beaten gold, Where he pleasantly sleeps, forgetting his travel by lands and seas, Till again the clear-eyed Eos comes with a finger cold, And again, from his white wife severed, Hyperionides Leaps into his flaming chariot, angrily gathers the reins, Headlong flings his course through Uranos, much in wrath, And over the seas and mountains, over the rivers and plains, Chafed at heart, tumultuous, pushes his burning path. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TROY PARK: 5. THE CAT by EDITH SITWELL THE KINGFISHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TO THE REPUBLIC by JAMES GALVIN APRIL - AND DYING by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH TABULA SECUNDA IN NAUFRAGIO by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |