4.

And divided at her prayer;
And under the water

The Earth's white daughter
Fled like a sunny beam;

Behind her descended

Her billows, unblended
With the brackish Dorian stream.

Like a gloomy stain

On the emerald main,
Alpheus rushed behind,-
As an eagle pursuing

A dove to its ruin

Down the streams of the cloudy wind.

Under the bowers

Where the Ocean Powers

Sit on their pearlèd thrones ;
Through the coral woods
Of the weltering floods;
Over heaps of unvalued stones;
Through the dim beams

Which amid the streams
Weave a network of coloured light;
And under the caves
Where the shadowy waves

Are as green as the forest's night:
Outspeeding the shark,

And the sword-fish dark,—

Under the ocean foam,

5.

PISA.

And up through the rifts
Of the mountain clifts,——

They passed to their Dorian home.

And now from their fountains

In Enna's mountains,

Down one vale where the morning basks,
Like friends once parted

Grown single-hearted,
They ply their watery tasks.
At sunrise they leap
From their cradles steep
In the cave of the shelving hill;
At noontide they flow
Through the woods below,
And the meadows of asphodel ;
And at night they sleep
In the rocking deep
Beneath the Ortygian shore,-
Like spirits that lie

In the azure sky,

When they love but live no more.

HYMN OF APOLLO.

I.

THE sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie, Curtained with star-inwoven tapestries From the broad moonlight of the sky,

Fanning the busy dreams from my dim eyes, Waken me when their Mother, the grey Dawn, Tells them that dreams and that the moon is gone.

2.

Then I arise, and, climbing heaven's blue dome,

I walk over the mountains and the waves, Leaving my robe upon the ocean foam ;— My footsteps pave the clouds with fire; the

caves

Are filled with my bright presence; and the

air

Leaves the green Earth to my embraces bare.

3.

The sunbeams are my shafts, with which I kill Deceit, that loves the night and fears the

day;

All men who do or even imagine ill

Fly me, and from the glory of my ray

Good minds and open actions take new might, Until diminished by the reign of Night.

4.

I feed the clouds, the rainbows, and the flowers,

With their ethereal colours; the moon's globe, And the pure stars in their eternal bowers, Are cinctured with my power as with a robe; Whatever lamps on earth or heaven may shine Are portions of one power, which is mine.

5.

I stand at noon upon the peak of heaven; Then with unwilling steps I wander down Into the clouds of the Atlantic even ;

For grief that I depart they weep and frown. What look is more delightful than the smile With which I soothe them from the western isle?

6.

I am the eye with which the universe
Beholds itself, and knows itself divine
All harmony of instrument or verse,

All prophecy, all medicine, are mine,
All light of art or nature ;—to my song
Victory and praise in its own right belong.

HYMN OF PAN.

FROM the forests and highlands
We come, we come ;
From the river-girt islands,
Where loud waves are dumb

Listening to my sweet pipings.

The wind in the reeds and the rushes,
The bees on the bells of thyme,
The birds on the myrtle bushes,
The cicale above in the lime,

And the lizards below in the grass,
Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was,
Listening to my sweet pipings.

Liquid Peneus was flowing,
And all dark Tempe lay
In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing
The light of the dying day,
Speeded by my sweet pipings.
The Sileni and Sylvans and Fauns,
And the Nymphs of the woods and

waves,

To the edge of the moist river-lawns, And the brink of the dewy caves, And all that did then attend and follow, Were silent with love, -as you now, Apolo, With envy of my sweet pipings.