John Hay Poems
|81.||To Theodore Roosevelt||1/4/2003|
|85.||Night In Venice||1/4/2003|
|91.||The Enchanted Shirt||1/4/2003|
|92.||When The Boys Come Home||1/4/2003|
|93.||A Winter Night||1/4/2003|
|95.||A Woman's Love||1/4/2003|
|96.||A Prayer In Thessaly||1/4/2003|
A Prayer In Thessaly
A lover prayed to Eros in this wise:-
Since my love loves not me, Eros! I pray
That thou wilt take this torturing love away.
But since she is so fair, still let mine eyes
Unloving, joy in her, her beauty prize;
Still let her clear voice ring as pure and gay
To my calm heart as mating birds in May.
The words went up the blue Thessalian skies.
But ere they reached the high god's golden seat,
The lover to retract his prayer was fain:
Nay, let me keep the bitter with the sweet,
Better than placid bliss is love's dear pain.
My love I'll ...
The skies are blue above my head,
The prairie green below,
And flickering o'er the tufted grass
The shifting shadows go,
Vague-sailing, where the feathery clouds
Fleck white the tranquil skies,
Black javelins darting where aloft
The whirring pheasant flies.