ROVING god, whose playfellows Over the mountains' airy brows In happy chase are led; Where Love, who breaks the heart of pride, Or Nymphs amuse thee, violet-eyed, Or Aphrodite keeps thy side, The goddess rosy-red -- Lord Dionyse, I kneel to thee; Stoop to me of thy charity And this my prayer receive: Dear Lord, thy best persuasion use, Bid Cleobulus not refuse The gift of love I give. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JAIN BIRD HOSPITAL IN DELHI by WILLIAM MEREDITH BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AUTUMN SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE DESIRE OF NATIONS by EDWIN MARKHAM CHARLES CARVILLE'S EYES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON AND THEY OBEY by CARL SANDBURG |