I reverence thy godhead and obey Bright Aphrodite, daughter of the sea. Yet wherefore turn thy liquid eyes on me Or lift thy body through the veiling spray? What boots thy beauty on so sad a day, Enslaver of men's love? My love is free And my will nobler than my destiny. I but salute thee, goddess, on my way. Not by thy tidal waters do I seek My spirit's rest nor in thy echoing cave. The mountains call me that entice the brave. For not in vain I heard another speak In my ||pure|| youth, and followed to the grave Whom I would follow now to Tabor's peak. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 62 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ON MILTON'S PARADISE LOST by ANDREW MARVELL AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER COMMENDATORY VERSES TO MASSINGER'S PLAY, 'THE BONDMAN' by WILLIAM BASSE THE TRIUMPH OF MELANCHOLY by JAMES BEATTIE THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: TO SIR THOMAS MOUNSON, KNIGHT AND BARONET by THOMAS CAMPION |