O hush thee, my child! thy mother bends o'er thee, And clasps to her heart her own, dear son, She, a proud king's daughter, Zeus' own beloved, Calls now for aid, forsaken, alone. This wave-toss'd chest is, alas! thy cradle, And a wild, weird lullaby chant the gales; But, tho' all the gods pursue and hate thee, Thy mother is with thee; her love ne'er fails. Oh, hush thee, my child! ah! Zeus will hearken, And guide us safe o'er this pitiless main; And on other shores, by him protected, 'Mid grass and flow'rs thou wilt play again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHANGED WOMAN by LOUISE BOGAN THE TRASH MEN by CHARLES BUKOWSKI OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DE LITTLE PICKANINNY'S GONE TO SLEEP by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OAKS TUTT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WITH BEST WISHES by DOROTHY PARKER |