HIGH in the glowing heavens, with cloudless beam, The sun had reached the zenith of his reign, And for the living fount, the gelid stream, Each flock forsook the herbage of the plain: 'Midst the dark foliage of the forest-shade, The birds had sheltered from the scorching ray; Hushed were their melodies -- and grove and glade Resounded but the shrill cicada's lay: When, through the grassy vale, a love-lorn swain, To seek the maid who but despised his pain, Breathing vain sighs of fruitless passion, roved: "Why pine for her," the slighted wanderer cried, "By whom thou art not loved?" and thus replied An echo's murmuring voice -- "@3Thou art not loven!@1" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONFLICT by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE PORTENT by HERMAN MELVILLE VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1876 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PROUD MAISIE, FR. THE HEART OF MIDLOTHIAN by WALTER SCOTT ODE: INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY CHILDHOOD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS |