AND now Cyllenian Hermes summon'd forth The spirits of the suitors; waving wide The golden wand of power to seal all eyes In slumber, and to ope them wide again, He drove them gibbering down into the shades, As when the bats within some hallow'd cave Flit squeaking all around, for if but one Fall from the rock, the rest all follow him, In such connexion mutual they adhere; So, after bounteous Mercury, the ghosts Troop'd downward gibbering all the dreary way. The Ocean's flood and the Leucadian rock, The Sun's gate also and the land of Dreams They pass'd, whence next into the meads they came Of Asphodel, by shadowy forms possess'd, Simulars of the dead. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BARD'S EPITAPH by ROBERT BURNS JINNY THE JUST by MATTHEW PRIOR JUNE BRACKEN AND HEATHER by ALFRED TENNYSON ACROSS THE STREET by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MICHAELMASSE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TOIL by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV CRUCIFIXUS PRO NOBIS: 2. CHRIST IN THE GARDEN by PATRICK CAREY |