A PLACE to mark the Graces, when they come Down from Olympus, still and secretly, To join the Oreads in their festival, Beneath the light of the benignant moon. There lies the poet, watching them unseen, The whilst they chant the sweetest songs of heaven, Or, floating o'er the sward without a sound, Lead on the mystic wonder of the dance. All that is great in heaven, or fair on earth, Unveils its glories to the dreamer's eye, And all he tells the Muses. They again, Knowing that Gods are jealous of their own, Teach him, through all the passion of his verse, To utter these high secrets reverently. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAMENT OF THE FLOWERS by JONES VERY BEAUREGARD by CATHERINE ANNE WARFIELD AMPHIPOLIS by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA THE LAY OF THE LEVITE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN TO A MATTABASSETT (A CONNECTICUT INDIAN) by WALTER BARDECK TILL THE MIST PASSES by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |