With Pegasus upon a day, Apollo, weary flying, Through frosty hills the journey lay, On foot the way was plying. Poor slipshod giddy Pegasus Was but a sorry walker; To Vulcan then Apollo goes, To get a frosty caulker. Obliging Vulcan fell to work, Threw by his coat and bonnet, And did Sol's business in a crack; Sol paid him with a sonnet. Ye Vulcan's sons of Wanlockhead, Pity my sad disaster; My Pegasus is poorly shod, I'll pay you like my master. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD WHICH ANNE ASKEW MADE AND SANG WHEN SHE WAS IN NEWGATE by ANNE ASKEWE THE VIRGIN MARY TO THE CHILD JESUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ODE TO SIMPLICITY by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) EPITAPH ON THE TOMB OF SIR EDWARD GILES AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT HERRICK THINK-ABOUTS by DAISY MAUD BELLIS SONNET: MAN VERSUS ASCETIC. 2 by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |