WHERE, on the mountain peaks high up, Their torch-lit feasts the gods amuse, Often you took a great gold cup, A vessel such as shepherds use, And milked a lioness with your hands, to make A round of silver-bright cheese-cake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 12 by JAMES JOYCE FAIRY TALE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ON BRODSKY'S COLLECTED by MICHAEL S. HARPER DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IVY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AQUATINT FRAMED IN GOLD by AMY LOWELL |