1. Play Phoebus on thy Lute; And we will, all sit mute By listning to thy Lire, That sets all eares on fire. 2. Hark, harke, the God do's play! And as he leads the way Through heaven, the very Spheres, As men, turne all to eares. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY AIN COUNTRIE by MARY LEE DEMAREST THE UNSUNG HEROES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BLACKBIRD by ALFRED TENNYSON THE TAXI by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MYRMIDONES: THE WOUNDED EAGLE by AESCHYLUS THE EMPTY BOTTLE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |