LOVE, Love, who once didst pass the Dardan portals, Because of Heavenly passion! Who once didst lift up Troy in exultation, To mingle in thy bond the high Immortals! -- Love, turned from his own name To Zeus's shame, Can help no more at all. And Eos' self, the fair, white-steeded Morning, -- Her light which blesses other lands, returning, Has changed to a gloomy pall! She looked across the land with eyes of amber, -- She saw the city's fall, -- She who, in pure embraces, Had held there, in the hymeneal chamber, Her children's father, bright Tithonus old, Whom the four steeds with starry brows and paces Bore on, snatched upward, on the car of gold, And with him, all the land's full hope of joy! The love-charms of the gods are vain for Troy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO RIVERS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ALNWICK CASTLE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK THE FRAILTY AND HURTFULNESS OF BEAUTY by HENRY HOWARD EPITAPH ON S.P., A CHILD OF QUEEN ELIZABETH'S CHAPEL by BEN JONSON THE DYING SOLDIER by ISAAC ROSENBERG |