To-day I have fled from the Mountain; and never again As a god shall I roam by the fountain or sing in the glen. The new gods be mute, if they heard me; nor glory nor fire Hath leapt from my music and stirred me, so broken my lyre. I cried to Latona who bore me -- she answered me not: Diana hath perished before me, and dark is the spot Where silent the laurel-maid broodeth forgiving but cold -- @3O Clytie, once so forsaken . . . dost weep as of old?@1 Yea, Daphne I left in the meadow, unmoved of my pain. To me she is sunlight and shadow, star-sweetness and rain: (But, all through the years when I loved her, who never loved me, Such, then, was the pain my forgetting had meted to thee?) I could not remember thee only, with her at my side -- Yet I might have pitied thee lonely, and made for thy pride Brief kindness, to spare thee thy sighing; or wreaths for thy brow . . . @3O Clytie, Clytie, Clytie, where art thou now?@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EUROPE A PROPHECY by WILLIAM BLAKE IN THE HOLY NATIVITY [OF OUR LORD GOD]; AS SUNG BY SHEPHERDS by RICHARD CRASHAW NATIONALITY by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS DREAMS (2) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SPRING IN WAR TIME by SARA TEASDALE VERSES WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF AN OLD VISITATION COPY OF ARMS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |