To Etna's scorching sands my Phaon flies! False youth! can other charms attractive prove? Say, can Sicilian loves thy passions move, Play round thy heart, and fix thy fickle eyes, While in despair the Lesbian Sappho dies? Has Spring for thee a crown of poppies wove, Or dost thou languish in the Idalian grove, Whose altar kindles, fanned by Lover's sighs? Ah! think, that while on Etna's shores you stray, A fire, more fierce than Etna's, fills my breast; Nor deck Sicilian nymphs with garlands gay, While Sappho's brows with cypress wreaths are dressed; Let one kind word my weary woes repay, Or, in eternal slumbers bid them rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY by ROBERT BURNS MY PICTURE LEFT IN SCOTLAND by BEN JONSON GOOD FRIDAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WITH A COPY OF CALVERLEY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS EYE-SHAPED, MOUTH-SHAPED by MARGARET AHO PSALM 7; UPON WORDS OF CHUSH THE BENJAMITE; AUGUST 14, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |