GO, like Hippolytus, to win thee bays In the Athenian games. Go, gather fame To splendid youth and beauty and the praise Of exile proudly borne, and make thy name Beloved of Artemis. Yet wear renown As one who needs it not, since that bright head The dignity of death too soon shall crown, And all thy comely locks be smeared with red. Or spread, Daedalian boy, thy pinions fair, And mount above our landmarks one by one; But let thy proud wings court the middle air, And never flaunt them near the jealous sun. Alas! I see white limbs that ocean laves With all her sullen, unrelenting waves. |