English Poetry. Thomas Lovell Beddoes. Song from the Second Brother. Томас Беддоус.

Thomas Lovell Beddoes (Томас Беддоус)

Song from the Second Brother

STREW not earth with empty stars,
Strew it not with roses,
Nor feathers from the crest of Mars,
Nor summer's idle posies.
'Tis not the primrose-sandalled moon,
Nor cold and silent morn,
Nor he that climbs the dusty noon,
Nor mower war with scythe that drops,
Stuck with helmed and turbaned tops
Of enemies new shorn.

Ye cups, ye lyres, ye trumpets know,
Pour your music, let it flow,
'Tis Bacchus' son who walks below.

Thomas Lovell Beddoes’s other poems:

1. To Tartar, A Terrier Beauty
2. Song from Torrismond
3. Resurrection Song
4. Song of the Stygian Naiades
5. The Rosy Hour

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