How strange that you, whose world was always one Of teeming forests and of wing-filled skies, Of quivering silence, splintered by a gun, And the belled sweetness of a dog's quick cries, Should give your valiant heart into the care Of one whose strength a field mouse would disdain, Whose heart, more timid than a hunted hare, Shrinks in a hole beneath your fearsome plane -- It is as if Orion, by some freak, (Sirius barking vainly by his side) Should overlook the Pleiades, and seek A star of faint degree to be his bride; And so I live in fear, lest once again Diana may recall you to her train. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BREST LEFT BEHIND by JOHN CHIPMAN FARRAR ON THE DEATH OF RICHARD WEST by THOMAS GRAY BY THE PACIFIC OCEAN by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER ON SOME BUTTERCUPS by FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN THE WINGED WORSHIPPERS; ADDRESSED TO TWO SWALLOWS .. DURING SERVICE by CHARLES SPRAGUE |