I sang of answered prayer, And now before the goddess, The maids lay flowers rare, And she has ceased to care For bay that I might bear. To heal my heart's distress, My feet must wander where There waits some lonelier goddess. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER PIECE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT MONODY ON THE DEATH OF THE RIGHT HON. R.B. SHERIDAN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ. by JOHN KEATS A ROUGH RHYME ON A ROUGH MATTER; THE ENGLISH GAME LAWS by CHARLES KINGSLEY THE WEATHER-COCK POINTS SOUTH by AMY LOWELL TIGER LILIES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |