Phaethon by Morris Bishop
Apollo through the heavens rode In glinting gold attire; His car was bright with chrysolite 1 , His horses snorted fire. 5 He held them to their frantic course Across the blazing sky. His darling son was Phaethon, Who begged to have a try. "The chargers are ambrosia-fed They barely brook control; On high beware the Crab, the Bear, The Serpent 'round the Pole; Against the Archer and the Bull Thy form is all unsteeled 2 !" But Phaethon could lay it on; Apollo had to yield. Out of the purple doors of dawn Phaethon drove the horses; They felt his hand could not command. They left their wonted 3 courses. And from the chariot Phaethon Plunged like a falling star--And so, my boy, no, no, my boy You cannot take the car.
Identify the simile in this poem, write it below. 1. Explain what it means (What is being compared),