Hail Bard triumphant! Whose poetic fire Apollo and the Sacred Nine inspire. Thou Light! Who for Hibernia's glory rose To make cramp Persius speak in Irish prose. The sense of whose dark numbers to restore Was often tried, but never gained before. Here Stapleton exerts his art in vain; Here Dryden sunk, nor could the load sustain. This was the work reserved for THEE, to bring A Latian bard the Irish cry to sing. Your first attempt turned Lilly's rules to rhyme. Now Persius speaks through thee in prose sublime. O wondrous genius! who can thus transpose, Turn Lilly's prose to verse, and Persius' verse to prose. Thou Dunster of the age, the puzzling text Can now no more by critics be perplexed. Beneath, the swelling notes in order stand, And with the comment chime, at thy command. The upper planets thus their powers dispense, And govern mortals by their influence. Thy early notes in music now appear In strains exalted in a nobler sphere. The prattling parrot now his Greek forsakes, And in a more familiar language speaks. Now the "Grim Horns" in rattling numbers roar, And sound a sense they never knew before. The proud calf's head a horrid aspect lies, And when it's ravished from his body dies. Thou truly did'st on Mount Parnassus dream And glut the purest Heliconian stream. May ivy leaves around thy temples spread In shape like tongues, and lick thy sacred head. The crooked Horns shall serve to sound thy fame, And Echo shall reiterate thy name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAPPHIC SUICIDE NOTE by JAMES GALVIN IN LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOHENGRIN; PROEM by EMMA LAZARUS THE BOOK OF STONES AND LILIES by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMI GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MEMOIR OF A PROUD BOY by CARL SANDBURG A SENSE OF DIRECTION by KAREN SWENSON |