John Hay

(8 October 1838 – 1 July 1905 / Salem, Indiana)

A Prayer In Thessaly

Poem by John Hay

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 hold and cherish though it prove
More blighting than the frowning brows of Jove.

Comments about A Prayer In Thessaly by John Hay

  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (9/27/2014 4:16:00 AM)

    A beautiful love poem and great writing.(Report)Reply

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  • Liliana ~el (9/27/2013 4:04:00 PM)

    Roman god Jove :) Lovely!(Report)Reply

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  • Stephen LoomesStephen Loomes (9/27/2013 3:23:00 AM)

    Hit me one more time, says he, a dupe to sexuality.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003