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From her couch of snows
From cloud and from crag,
With many a jag, Shepherding her bright fountains.
She leapt down the rocks
With her rainbow locks Streaming among the streams ;
Her steps paved with green
The downward ravine
And gliding and springing,
She went, ever singing, In murmurs as soft as sleep;
The Earth seemed to love her,
And Heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep.
Then Alpheus bold
On his glacier cold, With his trident the mountains strook ;
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 Seen through the torrent's sweep,
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 danghter 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
Under the bowers
Where the Ocean Powers Sit on their pearled thrones,
Through the coral woods
Of the weltering floods, Over heaps of unvalued stones :
Through the dim beams
Which amid the streams Weave a net-work 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 foani,
And up through the rifts
Of the mountain clifts
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 sun-rise they leap
From their cradles steep In the cave of the shelving hill ;
At noon-tide they flow
Through the woods below And the meadows of Asphodel ;
. And at night they sleep
In the rocking deep
Like spirits that lie
On, world ! oh life ! oh time!
Trembling at that where I had stood before ;
-0, never more !
Out of the day and night
Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar, Move my faint heart with gries, but with delight
No more-0, never more !
I DREAMED that, as I wandered by the way,
Bare winter suddenly was changed to spring, And gentle odours led my steps astray,
Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay
Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kissed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.
There grew pied wind-flowers and violets,
Daisies, those pearled Areturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets;
Faint oxlips ; tender bluebells, at whose birth The sod scarce heaved ; and that tall flower that wets Its mother's face with heaven-collected tears, When the low wind, its playnate's voice, it hears.
And in the warm hedge grew lụsh eglantine,
Green cow-hind and the moonlight-coloured May, And cherry blossoms, and white cups, whose wine
Was the bright dew yet drained not by the day; And wild roses, and ivy serpentine,
With its dark buds and leaves, wandering astray: And flowers azure,
black and streaked with gold, Fairer than any wakened eyes behold.
And nearer to the river's trembling edge
There grew broad flag flowers, purple prankt with white,