Guided her golden-wheeled throne ; But she who sways the silent sky, And all unknown to traveller's tread, He stopt, he gazed with new delight, (Where twelve times round the chariots roll,) To plant with such the Pisan goal. But now, unseen to mortal eyes, To deck the strong, the swift, the brave. The sons of Jove their blessings shed; That holy tribe delight to please; Observing with religious dread The hospitable god's decrees. But, wide as water passeth earthly clay, Wide as from Greece to that remotest shore Or fools or wise; here from thy perilous way IV. TO PSAUMIS OF CAMARINA. O, urging on the tireless speed Of Thunder's elemental steed, Since these thine hours have led me forth Whose storm-cemented rocks encage The Muse's gilt of harmony; The dance, the song, whose numbers high Forbid the hero's dame to die, A crown of life abiding still. Hark, round the car of victory, Who vows to swell with added faine His Camarina's ancient name; With Pisan olive crowned. And thou, O father,hear his prayer,— Nor less the hospitable hall Whose open doors the stranger call; And patriot love of liberty. What? do we wave the glozing lie? To Lemnos's laughing dames of yore, Bowed to the queen his wreathed head; Thou seest my limbs are light,' he said; 'And, lady, may'st thou know, That every joint is firmly strung, And hand and heart alike are young; Though treacherous time my locks among Have strewed a summer snow. |