I wish not Thasos rich in mines, Nor Naxos girt around with vines, Nor Crete nor Samos, the abodes Of those who govern men and gods, Nor wider Lydia, where the sound Of tymbrels shakes the thymy ground, And with white feet and with hoofs cloven The dedal dance is spun and woven: Meanwhile each prying younger thing Is sent for water to the spring, Under where red Priapus rears His club amid the junipers. In this whole world enough for me Is any spot the Gods decree; Albeit the pious and the wise Would tarry where, like mulberries, In the first hour of ripeness fall The tender creatures one and all. To take what falls with even mind Jove wills, and we must be resign'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE CHRISTMAS BASKET by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE PLANTATION CHILD'S LULLABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TERMINUS (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE BABY, FR. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND by GEORGE MACDONALD SONNET: 14. ON THE RELIGIOUS MEMORY OF CATHERINE THOMASON by JOHN MILTON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 20. 'SONG IS NOT DEAD' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |