Tell me, Eriopis, why Lies in shade that languid eye? Hast thou caught the hunter's shout Far from Dian, and without Any sister nymph to say Whither leads the downward way? Trust me: never be afraid Of thy Faun, my little maid! He will never call thee @3Dear@1, Press thy finger, pinch thy ear, To admire it overspread Swiftly with pellucid red, Nor shall broad and slender feet Under fruit-laid table meet. Doth not he already know All thy wandering, all thy woe. Come! to weep is now in vain I will lead thee back again. Slight and harmless was the slip That but soil'd the sadden'd lip. Now the place is shown to me Peace and safety shall there be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON READING -- . by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO A FAT LADY SEEN FROM THE TRAIN by FRANCES CROFTS DARWIN CORNFORD TO THE DAISY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BOUGHT WITH A PRICE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE HUNTER'S MOON by MATHILDE BLIND ORNAMENTATIONS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 68. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 3 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |