FOR Priam's queen and daughters at their birth The fates weaved tears into the web of life; But for thee, Dion, in thy hour of mirth, When triumph crowned thy honourable strife, Thy gathering hopes were poured upon the sand: Thee, still thy countrymen revere, and lay In the broad precincts of thy native land, Thee, -- love for whom once took my wits away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REINFORCEMENTS by MARIANNE MOORE THE PITY OF THE LEAVES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SHELLEY'S DEATH by ALFRED AUSTIN A MOTHER'S HEART by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER THE WINDING ROAD by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN RUTGERS COLLEGE HYMN by LOUIS BEVIER JR. PSALM 88 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SONNET: 8. TO THE RIVER ITCHIN, NEAR WINTON by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES |