Io! Io! Tamuz! The Dryad stands in my court-yard With plaintive, querulous crying. (Tamuz. Io! Tamuz!) Oh, no, she is not crying: "Tamuz." She says, "May my poems be printed this week? The god Pan is afraid to ask you, May my poems be printed this week?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIC VIR, HIC EST' by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY OLNEY HYMNS: 35. LIGHT SHINING OUT OF DARKNESS by WILLIAM COWPER THE FALL OF RICHMOND [APRIL, 1865] by HERMAN MELVILLE A HYMN WRITTEN IN WINDSOR FOREST by ALEXANDER POPE THE EMBROIDERESS AT MIDNIGHT by MARY ANN BROWNE CONTENTMENT, OR, THE HAPPY WORKMAN'S SONG by JOHN BYROM ON THE CAUSE, CONSQUENCE AND CURE OF SPIRITUAL PRIDE by JOHN BYROM A VERMONT KITCHEN by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 14. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE TENTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |