LAPPED in Thessalia's forest-mantled hills Lies the fair vale of Tempe: down the gorge, O'ercanopied with groves, old Peneus rolls From Pindus' foot his waters to the sea, Wreathing the woods with mist of silvery spray, And resonant, through many a league around, With many a fall. There, in the caverned rock That makes his palace-home, the River-God Sits sovereign o'er the stream that bears his name And all its haunting nymphs. And thither throng The brother-powers of all the neighbor-floods, Doubtful or to congratulate or condole The parent's hap: Spercheus, poplar-crowned, -- Enipeus turbulent, Apidonus Hoary with age, and smooth Amphrysus came, And AEas, and the rest, that lead their waves, Weary with many wanderings, to the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AD LESBIAM by GAIUS VALERIUS CATULLUS AN INVOCATION; SONG, FR. REMORSE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A BALLAD OF TREES AND THE MASTER by SIDNEY LANIER ON MILTON'S PARADISE LOST by ANDREW MARVELL WHEN I PERUSE THE CONQUER'D FAME by WALT WHITMAN THE THREE HERMITS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |