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Wert thou disjoined from these, or they from thee)If thine or theirs were treasures to be bought
By blood or tears, have not the wise and free
To its abyss was suddenly withdrawn.
Its path athwart the thunder-smoke of dawn,
On the heavy-sounding plain,
When the bolt has pierced its brain ; As summer clouds dissolve unburthened of their rain ; As a far taper fades with fading night;
As a brief insect dies with dying day; My song, its pinions disarrayed of might,
Drooped. O'er it closed the echoes far away Of the great voice which did its flight sustain, —
As waves which lately paved his watery way Hiss round a drowner's head in their tempestuous play.
From her couch of snows
From cloud and from crag,
With many a jag,
She leapt down the rocks,
With her rainbow locks
Her steps paved with green
The downward ravine
And gliding and springing
She went, ever singing
The Earth seemed to love her,
And Heaven smiled above her,
On his glacier cold,
And opened a chasm
In the rocks :-with the spasm All Erymanthus shook.
And the black south wind
It concealed behind The urns of the silent snow,
And earthquake and thunder
Did rend in sunder
The beard and the hair
Of the River-god were
As he followed the light
Of the fleet Nymph's flight To the brink of the Dorian deep.
“Oh save me! Oh guide me!
And bid the deep hide me! For he grasps me now by the hair!”
The loud Ocean heard,
To its blue depth stirred, 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.
Sit on their pearlèd thrones;
Through the coral woods
Of the weltering floods ;
Through the dim beams
Which amid the streams
And under the caves
Where the shadowy waves
Outspeeding the shark,
And the sword-fish dark, -
And up through the rifts
Of the mountain clifts,
In Enna's mountains,
Like friends once parted
At sunrise they leap
From their cradles steep
At noontide they flow
Through the woods below,
And at night they sleep
In the rocking deep
Like spirits that lie
In the azure sky,
HYMN OF APOLLO.
THE sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,
From the broad moonlight of the sky,
Tells them that dreams and that the moon is gone.
I walk over the mountains and the waves,
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.
Deceit, that loves the night and fears the day ;
Fly me, and from the glory of my ray
I feed the clouds, the rainbows, and the flowers,
With their etherial 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.
Then with unwilling steps I wander down
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?
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.
We come, we come ;
Where loud waves are dumb
The bees on the bells of thyme,
The cicale above in the lime,
And the lizards below in the grass,
Listening to my sweet pipings.
And all dark Tempe lay
The light of the dying day,
And the Nymphs of the woods and waves,
And the brink of the dewy caves,
With envy of my sweet pipings.
I sang of the dædal earth,
And love, and death, and birth.