Whatever lamps on Earth or Heaven may shine, V I stand at noon upon the peak of Heaven, For grief that I depart they weep and frown: I am the VI 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, HYMN OF PAN I FROM the forests and highlands We come, we come; From the river-girt islands, Where loud waves are dumb 29 Listening to my sweet pipings. II Liquid Peneus was flowing, The Sileni, and Sylvans, and Fauns, And the Nymphs of the woods and waves, To the edge of the moist river-lawns, And all that did then attend and follow III I sang of the dancing stars, I sang of the dædal Earth, And of Heaven -and the giant wars, And then I changed my pipings,- It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed: 30 The downward ravine Which slopes to the western gleams: She went, ever singing, The earth seemed to love her, And Heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep. II 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 The bars of the springs below; The beard and the hair Of the River-god were Seen through the torrent's sweep, 20 30 As he followed the light Of the fleet nymph's flight To the brink of the Dorian deep. III "Oh, save me! Oh, guide me! For he grasps me now by the hair!” To its blue depth stirred, And divided at her prayer; 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 Alpheus rushed behind, - Down the streams of the cloudy wind. 40 50 |