Its mother's face with heaven's collected tears, 15 III. And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine, Green cowbind 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. IV. And nearer to the river's trembling edge There grew broad flag-flowers, purple prankt with white, And starry river-buds among the sedge, And floating water-lilies, broad and bright, Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge With moonlight beams of their own watery light; 20 25 30 V. Methought that of these visionary flowers I made a nosegay, bound in such a way Within my hand, and then, elate and gay, 35 40 SONG OF PROSERPINE, WHILE GATHERING FLOWERS ON THE PLAIN OF ENNA. I. SACRED Goddess, Mother Earth, Thou from whose immortal bosom Gods and men and beasts have birth, Leaf and blade and bud and blossom, Breathe thine influence most divine On thine own child, Proserpine. II. If with mists of evening dew Thou dost nourish these young flowers Till they grow, in scent and hue, Fairest children of the hours, Breathe thine influence most divine On thine own child, Proserpine. HYMN OF APOLLO. 1820. 5 10 I. THE sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie, Fanning the busy dreams from my dim eyes, - 5 II. 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 10 Are filled with my bright presence, and the air Leaves the green earth to my embraces bare. III. The sunbeams are my shafts, with which I kill Fly me, and from the glory of my ray IV. I feed the clouds, the rainbows and the flowers Are cinctured with my power as with a robe; V. 15 20 I stand at noon upon the peak of Heaven, 25 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? 30 VI. I am the eye with which the Universe Victory and praise in their own right belong. HYMN OF PAN. I. 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, II. Liquid Peneus was flowing, In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing Speeded by my sweet pipings. 1820. 35 5 10 15 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 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, 20 25 30 I pursued a maiden and clasped a reed: Gods and men, we are all deluded thus! It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed: All wept, as I think both ye now would, If envy or age had not frozen your blood, 35 1820. LETTER TO MARIA GISBORNE. LEGHORN, July 1, 1820. THE spider spreads her webs, whether she be In poet's tower, cellar, or barn, or tree; 5 |