Posted by Barbara Barrett on 6th January 2014
The Lyre on Pelion by Silver5 on deviantart.
1. a stringed instrument like a small U-shaped harp with strings fixed to a crossbar, used esp. in ancient Greece. Modern instruments of this type are found mainly in East Africa.
[origin: 13th century; Middle English lire, from Anglo-French, from Latin lyra, from Greek
The sun like a gold thing floated on the high
And the green woodlands ran to the blue, dreaming sky.
The hills in the distance loomed up like gods
And the wood-deer scampered in the sun’s red rods.
And a rill down the hill, it danced and it sung,
But I toiled and I cursed where the forge smoke hung.
Then suddenly I turned, and you were standing there,
With a lyre in your fingers and a garland on your hair.
Tall, slim and lithe, like a white limbed god,
Twirling in your fingers a garland’d Dion’s rod.
And you were scarcely steady from your liking of vine,
Your garment was a kirtle and your breath was scented
And you glanced at the forge and you glanced at me,
And you strummed on your lyre and laughed with glee.
Your laughter was like music, your voice like a rhyme,
As you sang, clear and strong, like a far, golden chime;
“Gold morn’s laughing o’er the ocean, dawn’s awhisper on the sea!
“And a silver brook is brawling, with its tiny cat’ract falling,
“From the woodlands Pan is calling, come away, with me!
“Come away! Come away! Where the wood nymphs laugh at play!
“There are trails through sapphire meadows, night times soft with laughing shadows,
“Emerald isles in topaz oceans where the mermaids flash in spray!
“Come away! Pan is prancing! Come away! The fauns are dancing!
“And it’s my good time I’m wasting as I pause to sing this lay!
“Come to the woodlands, away and away!”
[from “Arcadian Days”; to read the complete poem, see The Collected Poetry of Robert E. Howard, p. 256]