I knew the stars would come, Brighter than English stars And purer than the stars of battle! They shine on Thessaly, On the pale Argive plain, And leave a lovelier light on Lesbos. O Grecian stars, how oft At home, in the grey sea, I longed to know the lands ye guard! Now death, propitious, speeds My soul on those dark tides Whose foam ye lit when Helen fled. Blow, wind of Tauris, blow! This is the sea that heard The Lesbian's cry, and further south The shining song of him Whose heart was washed with tears. O southward blowing wind, blow on! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PORTRAIT OF MY ROOF by JAMES GALVIN APPLES OF HESPERIDES by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY BAKER, AT NEW YORK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IMANUEL EHRENHARDT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BALLAD OF THE LORDS OF OLD TIME by FRANCOIS VILLON DAISY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |