A month ago Lysander pray’d
To Jove, to Cupid, and to Venus,
That he might die if he betray’d
A single vow that pass’d between us.
Ah, careless gods, to hear so ill
And cheat a maid on you relying!
For false Lysander’s thriving still,
And ’tis Corinna lies a-dying.
(Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch)
More Poetry from Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch:
Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch Poems based on Topics: God- A Letter (Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch Poems)
- Fire! (Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch Poems)
- Anecdote For Fathers (Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch Poems)
- Christmas Eve (Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch Poems)
- De Tea Fabula (Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch Poems)
- Almer Mater (Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:
Based on Topics: God PoemsBased on Keywords: a-dying, corinna, lysander