O LIST to this spring time's terrible jest! In savage troops the maidens fair Are rushing along with fluttering hair, And howls of anguish and naked breast: -- Adonis! Adonis! The night falls fast. By torchlight clear They sadly explore each forest track, Which mournful answers is echoing back Of laughter, sobs, sighs, and cries of fear: -- Adonis! Adonis! That youthful figure, so wondrous fair, Now lies on the ground all pale and dead; His blood has dyed each floweret red, And mournful sighs resound through the air: -- Adonis! Adonis! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EMPEDOCLES ON ETNA; A DRAMATIC POEM by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE SHEPHERD BOY'S SONG, FR. THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS by JOHN BUNYAN HOLY SONNET: ANNUNCIATION by JOHN DONNE CANZONET: TO HIS COY LOVE by MICHAEL DRAYTON SONNET: 21 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL SONNET: 61 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |