Classic and Contemporary Poetry

TRISTESSE, by WILLIAM A. DRAKE
First Line: Bacca, thy beauty all was vain
Last Line: By that young fawn whose form it knew.

Bacca, thy beauty all was vain,
vain as the lyre that Timon drew,
vain as the azure's changing blue,
vain to this drought of last year's rain:
because the grass of the mountain glade
so soon forgot the imprint made
by that young fawn whose form it knew.