Prometheus, when first from heaven high He brought down fire, till then on earth not seen, Fond of delight, a satyr standing by Gave it a kiss, as it like sweet had been. Feeling forthwith the other burning power, Wood with the smart, with shouts and shrieking still, He sought his ease in river, field and bower, But for the time his grief went with him still. So silly I, with that unwonted sight, In human shape, an angel from above, Feeding mine eyes, th'impression there did light, That since I run and rest as pleaseth love. The difference is, the satyr's lips, my heart; He for a while; I evermore have smart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VLAMERTINGHE: PASSING THE CHATEAU, JULY 1917 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN LINCOLN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 3 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE THROSTLE by ALFRED TENNYSON SMOKE IN WINTER by HENRY DAVID THOREAU TO A GARDEN IN APRIL by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG TO THE GIRL WHO HELPED IN THE WAR by JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM BACON |