BANDUSIA, stainless mirror of the sky! Thine is the flower-crown'd bowl, for thee shall die, When dawns you sun, the kid; Whose horns, half-seen, half-hid, Challenge to dalliance or to strife -- in vain! Soon must the firstling of the wild herd be slain, And those cold springs of thine With blood incarnadine. Fierce glows the Dogstar, but his fiery beam Toucheth not thee: still grateful thy cool stream To labour-wearied ox, Or wanderer from the flocks: And henceforth thou shalt be a royal fountain: My harp shall tell how from yon cavernous mountain, Where the brown oak grows tallest, All babblingly thou fallest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A COMPARISON [ADDRESSED] TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM COWPER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 72. THE CHOICE (2) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 49 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): EROS AND HIS MOTHER by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS BOUTS RIMES IN PRAISE OF OLD MAIDS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |