NONE elder city doth the Sun behold Than ancient Lycosura; 'twas begun Ere Zeus the meat of mortals learned to shun, And here hath he a grove whose haunted fold The driven deer seek and huntsmen dread: 'tis told That whoso fares within that forest dun Thenceforth shall cast no shadow in the Sun, Ay, and within the year his life is cold! Hard by dwelt he who, while the Gods deigned eat At good men's tables, gave them dreadful meat, A child he slew:—his mountain altar green Here still hath Zeus, with rites untold of me, Piteous, but as they are let these things be, And as from the beginning they have been! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEDANTIC LITERALIST by MARIANNE MOORE THE EXISTING POOL by HAYDEN CARRUTH A PECK OF GOLD by ROBERT FROST UNTITLED, 1968; FOR MARK ROTHKO by JAMES GALVIN CURTAIN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POSTHUMOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FLORENCE NIGHTINGALE by EMMA LAZARUS |