ELDEST born of powers divine! Blessed Hygeia! be it mine To enjoy what thou canst give, And henceforth with thee to live: For in power if pleasure be, Wealth or numerous progeny, Or in amorous embrace, Where no spy infests the place; Or in aught that Heaven bestows To alleviate human woes, When the wearied heart despairs Of a respite from its cares; These and every true delight Flourish only in thy sight; And the sister Graces three Owe, themselves, their youth to thee, Without whom we may possess Much, but never happiness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN THE CENTER OF GRAVITY by DAVID IGNATOW MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (NEGRO LOVE SONG) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 9 by JAMES JOYCE DOMESDAY BOOK: DOMESDAY BOOK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |