Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TWO DUETS, FR. ARION, AN UNPUBLISHED MASQUE, by ARTHUR THOMAS QUILLER-COUCH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Aglai-a! Aglai-a! / sweet, awaken and be glad Last Line: An idle lie deluded! Alternate Author Name(s): Q; Quiller-couch, A. T. Subject(s): Love; Nature | ||||||||
I He. AGLAI-A! Aglai-a! Sweet, awaken and be glad. She. Who is this that calls Aglaia? Is it thou, my dearest lad? He. 'Tis Arion, 'tis Arion, Who calls thee from sleep From slumber who bids thee 'To follow and number His kids and his sheep. She. Nay, leave to entreat me! If mother should spy on Us twain, she would beat me. He. Then come, my love, come! And hide with Arion Where green woods are dumb! She. Ar-i-on! Ar-i-on! Closer, list! I am afraid! He. Whisper, then, thy love Arion, From thy window, lily maid. She. Yet Aglaia, yet Aglaia Hath heard them debate Of wooing repenting 'Who trust to undoing, Lament them too late.' He. Nay, nay, when I woo thee, Thy mother might spy on All harm I shall do thee. She. I come, thenI come! To follow Arion Where green woods be dumb. SONG Sparrow of Love, so sharp to peck, Arrow of LoveI bare my neck Down to the bosom. See, no fleck Of blood! I have never a wound; I go Forth to the greenwood. Yet, heigh-ho! What 'neath my girdle flutters so? 'Tis not a bird, and yet hath wings, 'Tis not an arrow, yet it stings; While in the wound it nests and sings Heigh-ho! He. Of Arion, of Arion That wound thou shalt learn; What nothings 'tis made of, And soft pretty soothings In shade of the fern. She. When maids have a mind to, Man's word they rely on, Old warning are blind to I come, thenI come To walk with Arion Where green woods are dumb! II He. Dear my love, and O my love, And O my love so lately Did we wander yonder grove And sit awhile sedately? For either you did there conclude To do at length as I did, Or passion's fashion's turn'd a prude, And troth's an oath derided. She. Yea, my loveand nay, my love And ask me not to tell, love, While I delay'd an idle day What 'twixt us there befell, love. Yet either I did sit beside And do at length as you did, Or my delight is lightly by An idle lie deluded! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERRUPTED MEDITATION by ROBERT HASS TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN LET US GATHER IN A FLOURISHING WAY by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA IN MICHAEL ROBINS?ÇÖS CLASS MINUS ONE by HICOK. BOB BREADTH. CIRCLE. DESERT. MONARCH. MONTH. WISDOM by JOHN HOLLANDER VARIATIONS: 16 by CONRAD AIKEN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN SAGE COUNSEL by ARTHUR THOMAS QUILLER-COUCH |
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