I WONDER not my Leda far can see, Since for her eyes she might an eagle be, And dare the sun; but that she hears so well, As that she could my private whisperings tell, I stand amaz'd. Her ears are not so long, That they could reach my words: hence then it sprung, Love overhearing fled to her bright ear, Glad he had got a tale to whisper there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS DYING BROTHER, MASTER WILLIAM HERRICK by ROBERT HERRICK SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RUTHERFORD MCDOWELL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 16. TO CALEB HARDINGE, M.D. by MARK AKENSIDE KINDNESS TO ANIMALS by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY LILIES: 22. THE VEIL OF BLISS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) EMANCIPATION IN THE DISTRICT OF COLUMBIA, APRIL 16, 1862 by JAMES MADISON BELL |