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        For thee to tumble into Naiads' cells;

        And; being hidden; laugh at their out…peeping;

        Or to delight thee with fantastic leaping;

        The while they pelt each other on the crown

        With silvery oak apples; and fir cones brown…

        By all the echoes that about thee ring;

        Hear us; O satyr king!



          〃O Hearkener to the loud clapping shears

        While ever and anon to his shorn peers

        A ram goes bleating: Winder of the horn;

        When snouted wild…boars routing tender corn

        Anger our huntsmen: Breather round our farms;

        To keep off mildews; and all weather harms:

        Strange ministrant of undescribed sounds;

        That come a swooning over hollow grounds;

        And wither drearily on barren moors:

        Dread opener of the mysterious doors

        Leading to universal knowledge… see;

        Great son of Dryope;

        The many that are come to pay their vows

        With leaves about their brows!



          〃Be still the unimaginable lodge

        For solitary thinkings; such as dodge

        Conception to the very bourne of heaven;

        Then leave the naked brain: be still the leaven;

        That spreading in this dull and clodded earth

        Gives it a touch ethereal… a new birth:

        Be still a symbol of immensity;

        A firmament reflected in a sea;

        An element filling the space between;

        An unknown… but no more: we humbly screen

        With uplift hands our foreheads; lowly bending;

        And giving out a shout most heaven rending;

        Conjure thee to receive our humble Paean;

        Upon thy Mount Lycean!〃



          Even while they brought the burden to a close;

        A shout from the whole multitude arose;

        That lingered in the air like dying rolls

        Of abrupt thunder; when Ionian shoals

        Of dolphins bob their noses through the brine。

        Meantime; on shady levels; mossy fine;

        Young companies nimbly began dancing

        To the swift treble pipe; and humming string。

        Aye; those fair living forms swam heavenly

        To tunes forgotten… out of memory:

        Fair creatures! whose young children's children bred

        Thermopylae its heroes… not yet dead;

        But in old marbles ever beautiful。

        High genitors; unconscious did they cull

        Time's sweet first…fruits… they danc'd to weariness;

        And then in quiet circles did they press

        The hillock turf; and caught the latter end

        Of some strange history; potent to send

        A young mind from its bodily tenement。

        Or they might watch the quoit…pitchers; intent

        On either side; pitying the sad death

        Of Hyacinthus; when the cruel breath

        Of Zephyr slew him;… Zephyr penitent;

        Who now; ere Phoebus mounts the firmament;

        Fondles the flower amid the sobbing rain。

        The archers too; upon a wider plain;

        Beside the feathery whizzing of the shaft;

        And the dull twanging bowstring; and the raft

        Branch down sweeping from a tall ash top;

        Call'd up a thousand thoughts to envelope

        Those who would watch。 Perhaps; the trembling knee

        And frantic gape of lonely Niobe;

        Poor; lonely Niobe! when her lovely young

        Were dead and gone; and her caressing tongue

        Lay a lost thing upon her paly lip;

        And very; very deadliness did nip

        Her motherly cheeks。 Arous'd from this sad mood

        By one; who at a distance loud halloo'd;

        Uplifting his strong bow into the air;

        Many might after brighter visions stare:

        After the Argonauts; in blind amaze

        Tossing about on Neptune's restless ways;

        Until; from the horizon's vaulted side;

        There shot a golden splendour far and wide;

        Spangling those million poutings of the brine

        With quivering ore: 'twas even an awful shine

        From the exaltation of Apollo's bow;

        A heavenly beacon in their dreary woe。

        Who thus were ripe for high contemplating;

        Might turn their steps towards the sober ring

        Where sat Endymion and the aged priest

        'Mong shepherds gone in eld; whose looks increas'd

        The silvery setting of their mortal star。

        There they discours'd upon the fragile bar

        That keeps us from our homes ethereal;

        And what our duties there: to nightly call

        Vesper; the beauty…crest of summer weather;

        To summon all the downiest clouds together

        For the sun's purple couch; to emulate

        In ministring the potent rule of fate

        With speed of fire…tail'd exhalations;

        To tint her pallid cheek with bloom; who cons

        Sweet poesy by moonlight: besides these;

        A world of other unguess'd offices。

        Anon they wander'd; by divine converse;

        Into Elysium; vieing to rehearse

        Each one his own anticipated bliss。

        One felt heart…certain that he could not miss

        His quick gone love; among fair blossom'd boughs;

        Where every zephyr…sigh pouts; and endows

        Her lips with music for the welcoming。

        Another wish'd; mid that eternal spring;

        To meet his rosy child; with feathery sails;

        Sweeping; eye…earnestly; through almond vales:

        Who; suddenly; should stoop through the smooth wind;

        And with the balmiest leaves his temples bind;

        And; ever after; through those regions be

        His messenger; his little Mercury。

        Some were athirst in soul to see again

        Their fellow huntsmen o'er the wide champaign

        In times long past; to sit with them; and talk

        Of all the chances in their earthly walk;

        Comparing; joyfully; their plenteous stores

        Of happiness; to when upon the moors;

        Benighted; close they huddled from the cold;

        And shar'd their famish'd scrips。 Thus all out…told

        Their fond imaginations;… saving him

        Whose eyelids curtain'd up their jewels dim;

        Endymion: yet hourly had he striven

        To hide the cankering venom; that had riven

        His fainting recollections。 Now indeed

        His senses had swoon'd off: he did not heed

        The sudden silence; or the whispers low;

        Or the old eyes dissolving at his woe;

        Or anxious calls; or close of trembling palms;

        Or maiden's sigh; that grief itself embalms:

        But in the self…same fixed trance he kept;

        Like one who on the earth had never stept。

        Aye; even as dead still as a marble man;

        Frozen in that old tale Arabian。



          Who whispers him so pantingly and close?

        Peona; his sweet sister: of all those;

        His friends; the dearest。 Hushing signs she made;

        And breath'd a sister's sorrow to persuade

        A yielding up; a cradling on her care。

        Her eloquence did breathe away the curse:

        She led him; like some midnight spirit nurse

        Of happy changes in emphatic dreams;

        Along a path between two little streams;…

        Guarding his forehead; with her round elbow;

        From low…grown branches; and his footsteps slow

        From stumbling over stumps and hillocks small;

        Until they came to where these streamlets fall;

        With mingled bubblings and a gentle rush;

        Into a river; clear; brimful; and flush

        With crystal mocking of the trees and sky。

        A little shallop; floating there hard by;

        Pointed its beak over the fringed bank;

        And soon it lightly dipt; and rose; and sank;

        And dipt again; with the young couple's weight;…

        Peona guiding; through the water straight;

        Towards a bowery island opposite;

        Which gaining presently; she steered light

        Into a shady; fresh; and ripply cove;

        Where nested was an arbour; overwove

        By many a summer's silent fingering

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