IV.

I feed the clouds, the rainbows and the flow With their ætherial colours; the Moon's And the pure stars in their eternal bowers

Are cinctured with my power as with a r Whatever lamps on Earth or Heaven may s Are portions of one power, which is mine.

V.

I stand at noon upon the peak of Heaven, Then with unwilling steps I wander down Into the clouds of the Atlantic even;

For grief that I depart they weep and fro What look is more delightful than the smile With which I soothe them from the western

VI.

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 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,

Listening to my sweet pipings.

II.

Liquid Peneus was flowing,

And all dark Tempe lay

In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing

The light of the dying day,

Speeded by my sweet pipings.

The Sileni, and Sylvans, and Fauns,

And the Nymphs of the woods and waves,

And the brink of the dewy caves,

And all that did then attend and follow Were silent with love, as you now, Apol With envy of my sweet pipin

III.

I sang of the dancing stars,

I sang of the dædal Earth,

And of Heaven - and the giant wars, And Love, and Death, and Birth, And then I changed my pipir

Singing how down the vale of Menalus

I pursued a maiden and clasped a re Gods and men, we are all deluded thus It breaks in our bosom and then we All wept, as I think both ye now would, If envy or age had not frozen your bloc At the sorrow of my sweet pip

THE TWO SPIRITS.

AN ALLEGORY.

FIRST SPIRIT.

O THOU, who plumed with strong desire Wouldst float above the earth, beware! A Shadow tracks thy flight of fire

Night is coming!

Bright are the regions of the air, And among the winds and beams It were delight to wander there Night is coming!

SECOND SPIRIT.

The deathless stars are bright above;
If I would cross the shade of night,
Within my heart is the lamp of love,
And that is day!

And the moon will smile with gentle light On my golden plumes where'er they move; The meteors will linger round my flight, And make night day.

FIRST SPIRIT.

But if the whirlwinds of darkness waken
Hail, and lightning, and stormy rain ;
See, the bounds of the air are shaken -
Night is coming!

The red swift clouds of the hurricane

Yon declining sun have overtaken,

The clash of the hail sweeps over the plain Night is coming!

SECOND SPIRIT.

I see the light, and I hear the sound;
I'll sail on the flood of the tempest dark,
With the calm within and the light around
Which makes night day:

And thou, when the gloom is deep and stark,
Look from thy dull earth, slumber-bound,
My moon-like flight thou then may'st mark
On high, far away.

Some say there is a precipice

Where one vast pine is frozen to ruin O'er piles of snow and chasms of ice 'Mid Alpine mountains;