Prometheus when firste frome heaven hye <br /> He broughte downe fyre, 'ere then on earthe not seene, <br />Fond of Delight, a Satyre standing bye <br /> Gaue it a kyss, as it lyke Sweete had bene. <br /> <br /> <br />Feelinge forthewithe the other's burninge powre, <br /> Wood withe the smarte, with shoutes and shreakinge shrill, <br />He soughte his ease in river, feilde and bowre, <br /> But for the tyme his griefe wente with him still. <br /> <br /> <br />So seelye I, with that unwonted syghte <br /> In humane shape, an angell from above, <br />Feedinge mine eyes, th'impressione there did lyghte, <br /> That since I reste and runn as pleaseth Love. <br /> <br /> <br />The difference is, the Satyre's lypps, my harte,-- <br />He for a tyme, I evermore,--have smarte. <br /> <br /> <br />Finis.<br /><br />Sir Edward Dyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-shepherd-s-conceit-of-prometheus/
