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And my slain spirit, overwrought with fright, Because I loved her Cold, O cold indeed
Fainted away in that dark lair of night.

Were her fair limbs, and like a common weed Think, my deliverer, how desolate

The sea-swell took her hair. Dead as she was My waking must have been! disgust, and hate, I clung about her waist, nor ceased to pass And terrors manifold divided me

Fleet as an arrow through unfathom'd brine, A spoil amongst them. I prepared to flee

Until there shone a fabric crystalline, Into the dungeon core of that wild wood :

Ribb'd and inlaid with coral, pebble, and pearl. I fled three days—when lo! before me stood

Headlong I darted ; at one eager swirl Glaring the angry witch, 0 Dis, even now, Gain'd its bright portal, enter'd, and behold! A clammy dew is beading on my brow,

"T was vast, and desolate, and icy-cold; At mere remembering her pale laugh, and curse.

And all around-But wherefore this to thee • Ha! ha! Sir Dainty! there must be a nurse

Who in few minutes more thyself shalt see k Made of rose-leaves and thistle-down, express, I left poor Scylla in a niche and fled. To cradle thee, my sweet, and lull thee: yes,

My fever'd parchings up, my scathing dread I am too flinty-hard for thy nice touch:

Met palsy half-way : soon these limbs became My tenderest squeeze is but a giant's clutch. Gaunt, wither'd, sapless, feeble, cramp'd, and lame. So, fairy-thing, it shall have lullabies Unheard of yet; and it shall still its cries

Now let me pass a cruel, cruel space, Upon some breast more lily-feminine.

Without one hope, without one faintest trace Oh, no,-it shall not pine, and pine, and pine Of mitigation, or redeeming bubble More than one pretty, trifling thousand years ;

Of color'd fantasy ; for I fear 't would trouble And then 't were pity, but fate's gentle shears

Thy brain to loss of reason; and next tell Cut short its immortality. Sea-flirt !

How a restoring chance came down to quell Young dove of the waters ! truly I'll not hurt

One half of the witch in me.
One hair of thine : see how I weep and sigh,
That our heart-broken parting is so nigh.

* On a day, And must we part ? Ah, yes, it must be so.

Sitting upon a rock above the spray, Yet ere thou leavest me in utter woe,

I saw grow ap from the horizon's brink Let me sob over thee my last adieus,

A gallant vessel : soon she seem'd to sink And speak a blessing : Mark me! Thou hast thews Away from me again, as though her course Immortal, for thou art of heavenly race:

Had been resumed in spite of hindering forceBut such a love is mine, that here I chase

So vanish’d: and not long, before arose Etemally away from thee all bloom

Dark clouds, and muttering of winds morose. of youth, and destine thee towards a tomb.

Old Eolus would stifle his mad spleen, Hence shalt thou quickly to the watery vast ;

But could not : therefore all the billows green And there, ere many days be overpast,

Toss'd up the silver spume against the clouds. Disabled age shall seize thee; and even then

The tem pest came: I saw that vessel's shrouds Thou shalt not go the way of aged men;

In perilous bustle; while upon the deck But live and wither, cripple and still breathe

Stood trembling creatures. I beheld the wreck; Ten hundred years: which gone, I then bequeath

The final gulfing; the poor struggling souls : Thy fragile bones to unknown burial.

I heard their cries amid loud thunder-rolls. Adieu, sweet love, adieu !'-As shot stars fall,

O they had all been saved but crazed eld She fled ere I could groan for mercy. Stung

Annullid my vigorous cravings: and thus quell'd And poison'd was my spirit: despair sung

And curb'd, think on 't, O Latmian! did I sit A war-song of defiance 'gainst all hell.

Writhing with pity, and a cursing fit A hand was at my shoulder to compel

Against that hell-born Circe. The crew had gone, My sullen steps; another 'fore my eyes

By one and one, to pale oblivion ; Moved on with pointed finger. In this guise

And I was gazing on the surges prone, Enforced, at the last by ocean's foam

With many a scalding tear and many a groat, I found me; by my fresh, my native home,

When at my feet emerged an old man's hand, Its tempering coolness, to my life akin,

Grasping this scroll, and this same slender wand Came salutary as I waded in;

I knelt with pain-reach'd out my hand—had grasp'd And, with a blind voluptuous rage, I gave

These treasures—touch'd the knuckles—they w Battle to the swollen billow-ridge, and drave

clasp'dLarge froth before me, while there yet remain'd I caught a finger: but the downward weight Hale strength, nor from my bones all marrow drain'd. O'erpower'd me—it sank. Then 'yan abate

The storm, and through chill anguish, gloom outburst

The comfortable sun. I was athirst “ Young lover, I must weep—such hellish spite To search the book, and in the warming air With dry cheek who can tell ? While thus my might Parted its dripping leaves with eager care. Proving upon this element, dismay'd,

Strange matters did it treat of, and drew on Upon a dead thing's face my hand I laid ;

My soul page after page, till well-nigh I look'd—'twas Scylla! Cursed, cursed Circe! Into forgetfulness; when, stupefied, O vulture-witch, hast never heard of mercy! I read these words, and read again, and tried Could not thy harshest vengeance be content, My eyes against the heavens, and read again But thou must nip this tender innocent

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Each Atlas-line bore off!-a shine of hope Began to tear his scroll in pieces small,
Came gold around me, cheering me to cope Uttering the while some mumblings funeral.
Strenuous with hellish tyranny. Attend ! He tore it into pieces small as snow
For thou hast brought their promise to an end. That drifts unfeather'd when bleak northerns blow ;

And having done it, took his dark-blue cloak
«•In the wide sea there lives a forlorn wretch, And bound it round Endymion : then struck
Doom'd with enseebled carcass to outstretch His wand against the empty air times nine.-
His lothed existence through ten centuries, " What more there is to do, young man, is thine :
And then to die alone who can devise

But first a little patience; first undo A total opposition ? No one. So

This tangled thread, and wind it to a clue. One million times ocean must ebb and flow, Ah, gentle! 'tis as weak as spider's skein; And he oppressid. Yet he shall not die,

And shouldst thou break it-What, is it done so clean? These things accomplish'd :-If he utterly A power overshadows thee! Oh, brave! Scans all the depths of magic, and expounds The spite of hell is tumbling to its grave. The meanings of all motions, shapes, and sounds; Here is a shell ; 'tis pearly blank to me, If he explores all forms and substances

Nor mark'd with any sign or characteryStraight homeward to their symbol-essences ; Canst thou read aught? O read for pity's sake! He shall not die. Moreover, and in chief, Olympus ! we are safe! Now, Carian, break He must pursue this task of joy and grief, This wand against yon lyre on the pedestal.” Most piously ;-all lovers tempest-tost, And in the savage overwhelming lost,

'Twas done : and straight with sudden swell and He shall deposit side by side, until

fall Time's creeping shall the dreary space fulfil: Sweet music breathed her soul away, and sigh’d Which done, and all these labors ripened,

A lullaby to silence.—“ Youth! now strew A youth, by heavenly power beloved and led, These minced leaves on me, and passing through Shall stand before him; whom he shall direct Those files of dead, scatter the same around, How to consummate all. The youth elect And thou wilt see the issue.”—'Mid the sound, Must do the thing, or both will be destroy’d.'” of flutes and viols, ravishing his heart,

Endymion from Glaucus stood apart,

And scatter'd in his face some fragments light. “ Then," cried the young Endymion, overjoy'd, How lightning-swift the change! a youthful wight “We are twin brothers in this destiny !

Smiling beneath a coral diadem,
Say, I entreat thee, what achievement high Out-sparkling sudden like an upturn'd gem,
Is, in this restless world, for me reserved.

Appear'd, and, stepping to a beauteous corse, What! if from thee my wandering feet had swerved, Kneelid down beside it, and with tenderest force Had we both perish'd ?"_“ Look!" the sage replied, Press'd its cold hand, and wept,—and Scylla sigh'd ! * Dost thou not mark a gleaming through the tide, Endymion, with quick hand, the charm applied or divers brilliances? 't is the edifice

The nymph arose : he left them to their joy, I told thee of, where lovely Scylla lies;

And onward went upon his high employ, And where I have enshrined piously

Showering those powerful fragments on the dead
All lovers, whom fell storms have doom'd to die And, as he pass’d, each lifted up its head,
Throughout my bondage.” Thus discoursing, on As doth a flower at Apollo's touch.
They went till unobscured the porches shone ; Death felt it to his inwards ; 't was too much :
Which hurryingly they gain'd, and enter'd straight. Death fell a-weeping in his charnel-house.
Sure never since king Neptune held his state The Latmian persevered along, and thus
Was seen such wonder underneath the stars. All were reanimated. There arose
Turn to some level plain where haughty Mars A noise of harmony, pulses and throes
Has legion'd all his battle; and behold

Of gladness in the air-while many, who
How every soldier, with firm foot, doth hold Had died in mutual arms devout and true,
His even breast : see, many steeled squares, Sprang to each other madly; and the rest
And rigid ranks of iron-whence who dares Felt a high certainty of being blest.
One step? Imagine further, line by line,

They gazed upon Endymion. Enchantment These warrior thousands on the field supine : Grew drunken, and would have its head and bent. So in that crystal place, in silent rows,

Delicious symphonies, like airy flowers, Poor lovers lay at rest from joys and woes.- Budded, and swell’d, and, full-blown, shed full showThe stranger from the mountains, breathless, traced Such thousands of shut eyes in order placed ; Of light, soft, unseen leaves of sounds divine Such ranges of white feet, and patient lips The two deliverers tasted a pure wine All ruddy.—for here death no blossom nips. of happiness, from fairy-press oozed out. He mark'd their brows and foreheads ; saw their hair Speechless they eyed each other, and about Put sleekly on one side with nicest care ;

The fair assembly wander'd to and fro, And each one's gentle wrists, with reverence, Distracted with the richest overflow Put crosswise to its heart.

Of joy that ever pour'd from heaven.

Away!" " Let us commence Shouted the new-born god; “ Follow, and pay (Whisper'd the guide, stuttering with joy) even now." Our piety to Neptunus supreme!"He spake, and, trembling like an aspen-bough, | Then Scylla, blushing sweetly from her dream,


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They led on first, bent to her meek surprise, Disclosed the thunder-gloomings in Jove's air ; Through portal columns of a giant size

But soothed as now, flash'd sudden everywhere, Into the vaulted, boundless emerald.

Noiseless, submarine cloudlets, glittering Joyous all follow'd, as the leader callid,

Death to a human eye: for there did spring Down marble steps ; pouring as easily

From natural west, and east, and south, and north, As hour-glass sand, -and fast, as you might see A light as of four sunsets, blazing forth Swallows obeying the south summer's call, A gold-green zenith 'bove the Sea-God's head. Or swans upon a gentle waterfall.

Of lucid depth the floor, and far outspread

As breezeless lake, on which the slim canoe Thus went that beautiful multitude, not far,

Of feather'd Indian darts about, as through Ere from among some rocks of glittering spar,

The delicatest air: air verily, Just within ken, they saw descending thick

But for the portraiture of clouds and sky: Another multitude. Whereat more quick

This palace floor breath-air,—but for the amaze Moved either host. On a wide sand they met,

Of deep-seen wonders motionless,—and blaze And of those numbers every eye was wet;

Of the dome pomp, reflected in extremes,
For each their old love found. A murmuring rose, Globing a golden sphere.
Like what was never heard in all the throes
Of wind and waters: 'tis past human wit

They stood in dreams

Till Triton blew his horn. The palace rang; To tell ; 't is dizziness to think of it.

The Nereids danced; the Syrens faintly sang ;

And the great Sea-King bow'd his dripping head. This mighty consummation made, the host

Then Love took wing, and from his pinions shed Moved on for many a league ; and gain'd, and lost

On all the multitude a nectarous dew,
Huge sea-marks; vanward swelling in array, The ooze-born Goddess beckoned and drew
And from the rear diminishing away,

Fair Scylla and her guides to conference ;
Till a faint dawn surprised them. Glaucus cried,

And when they reach'd the throned eminence “ Behold! behold, the palace of his pride!

She kist the sea-nymph's cheek,—who sat her down God Neptune's palace!” With noise increased,

A toying with the doves. Then,-“ Mighty crown They shoulder'd on towards that brightening east.

And sceptre of this kingdomn!" Venus said, At every onward step proud domes arose

• Thy vows were on a time to Nais paid : In prospect -diamond gleams and golden glows

Behold!”—Two copious tear-drops instant fell Of amber 'gainst their faces levelling.

From the God's large eyes; he smiled delectable, Joyous, and many as the leaves in spring,

And over Glaucus held his blessing hands. Still onward; still the splendor gradual swellid.

· Endymion! Ah! still wandering in the bands Rich opal domes were seen, on high upheld

Of love ? Now this is cruel. Since the hour By jasper pillars, letting through their shafts

I met thee in earth's bosom, all my power A blush of coral. Copious wonder-draughts

Have I put forth to serve thee. What, not yet Each gazer drank ; and deeper drank more near :

Escaped from dull mortality's harsh net? For what poor mortals fragment up, as mere

A little patience, youth! 't will not be long, As marble was there lavish, to the vast

Or I am skilless quite : an idle tongue, Of one fair palace, that far far surpassid,

A humid eye, and steps luxurious, Even for common bulk, those olden three,

Where these are new and strange, are ominous. Memphis, and Babylon, and Nineveh.

Ay, I have seen these signs in one of heaven,

When others were all blind; and were I given As large, as bright, as color'd as the bow

To utter secrets, haply I might say Or Iris, when unfading it doth show

Some pleasant words; but Love will have his day. Beyond a silvery shower, was the arch

So wait awhile expectant. Pr'ythee soon, Through which this Paphian army took its march, Even in the passing of thine honey-moon, Into the outer courts of Neptune's state :

Visit my Cytherea : thou wilt find Whence could be seen, direct, a golden gate, Cupid well-natured, my Adonis kind; To which the leaders sped; but not half raught And pray persuade with thee-Ah, I have done, Ere it burst open swift as fairy thought,

All blisses be upon thee, my sweet son!"-
And made those dazzled thousands veil their eyes Thus the fair goddess : while Endymion
Like callow eagles at the first sunrise.

Knelt to receive those accents halcyon.
Soon with an eagle nativeness their gaze
Ripe from hue-golden swoons took all the blaze, Meantime a glorious revelry began
And then, behold! large Neptune on his throne Before the Water-Monarch. Nectar ran
Of emerald deep: yet not exalt alone;

In courteous fountains to all cups out-reach'd;
At his right hand stood winged Love, and on And plunder'd vines, teeming exhaustless, bleachd
His left sat smiling Beauty's paragon.

New growth about each shell and pendent lyre;

The which, in entangling for their fire, Far as the mariner on highest mast

Pulld down fresh foliage and coverture Can see all round upon the calmed vast,

For dainty toy. Cupid, empire-sure, So wide was Neptune's hall; and as the blue Flutter'd and laugh'd, and oft-times through the throng Doth vault the waters, so the waters drew Made a delighted way. Then dance, and song, Their doming curtains, high, magnificent,

And garlanding grew wild; and pleasure reign'd. Awed from the throne aloof;-and when storm-rent In harmless tendril they each other chain d,

And strove who should be smother'd deepest in
Fresh crush of leaves.

O'tis a very sin For one so weak to venture his poor verse In such a place as this. O do not curse, High Muses ! let him hurry to the ending.

Open'd again, and from without, in shone
A new magnificence. On oozy throne
Smooth-moving came Oceanus the old,
To take a latest glimpse at his sheep-fold,
Before he went into his quiet cave
To muse for ever-Then a lucid wave,
Scoop'd from its trembling sisters of mid-sea,
Afloat, and pillowing up the majesty
Of Doris, and the Egean seer, her spouse-
Next, on a dolphin, clad in laurel boughs,
Theban Amphion leaning on his lute :
His fingers went across it-All were mute
To gaze on Amphritite, queen of pearls,
And Thetis pearly too.-

All suddenly were silent. A soft blending Of dulcet instruments came charmingly; And then a hymn.

“ King of the stormy sea !
Brother of Jove, and co-inheritor
of elements! Eternally before
Thee the waves awful bow. Fast, stubborn rock,
At thy fear'd trident shrinking, doth unlock
Its deep foundations, hissing into foam.
All mountain-rivers lost, in the wide home
of thy capacious bosom ever flow.
Thou frownest, and old Eolus thy foe
Skulks to his cavern, 'mid the gruff complaint
Of all his rebel tempests. Dark clouds faint
When, from thy diadem, a silver gleam
Slants over blue dominion. Thy bright team
Gulfs in the morning light, and scuds along
To bring thee nearer to that golden song
Apollo singeth, while his chariot
Waits at the doors of Heaven. Thou art not
For scenes like this: an empire stern hast thou ;
And it hath furrow'd that large front: yet now,
As newly come of heaven, dost thou sit
To blend and interknit
Subdued majesty with this glad time.
O shell-borne King sublime !
We lay our hearts before thee evermore-
We sing, and we adore !

The palace whirls
Around giddy Endymion ; seeing he
Was there far strayed from mortality.
He could not bear it-shut his eyes in vain ;
Imagination gave a dizzier pain.
"OI shall die! sweet Venus, be my stay!

Where is my lovely mistress? Well-away!
I die—I hear her voice-I feel my wing-

At Neptune's feet he sank. A sudden ring
Of Nereids were about him, în kind strife
To usher back his spirit into life:
But still he slept. At last they interwove
Their cradling arms, and purposed to convey
Towards a crystal bower far away.

Lo! while slow carried through the pitying crowd,
To his inward senses these words spake aloud;
Written in starlight on the dark above:
“ Dearest Endymion! my entire love!
How have I dwelt in fear of fate : 't is done
Immortal bliss for me too hast thou won.
Arise then! for the hen-dove shall not hatch
Her ready eggs, before I'll kissing snatch
Thee into endless heaven. Awake! awake!”

The youth at once arose : a placid lake
Came quiet to his eyes; and forest green,
Cooler than all the wonder he had seen,
Lull'd with its simple song his fluttering breast.
How happy once again in grassy nest !

“ Breathe softly, flutes ;
Be tender of your strings, ye soothing lutes ;
Nor be the trumpet heard! O vain, o vain!
Not flowers budding in an April rain,
Nor breath of sleeping dove, nor river's flow,
No, nor the Eolian twang of Love's own bow,
Can mingle music fit for the soft ear
Of goddess Cytherea!
Yet deign, white Queen of Beauty, thy fair eyes
On our soul's sacrifice.


“ Bright-wing'd Child! Who has another care when thou hast smiled ?

Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! Unfortunates on earth, we see at last

O first-born on the mountains ! by the hues All death-shadows, and glooms that overcast

Of heaven on the spiritual air begot: Our spirits, fann'd away by thy light pinions.

Long didst thou sit alone in northern grot, O sweetest essence! sweetest of all minions !

While yet our England was a wolfish den; God of warm pulses, and dishevell'd hair,

Before our forests heard the talk of men; And panting bosoms bare !

Before the first of Druids was a child ;Dear unseen light in darkness ! eclipser

Long didst thou sit amid our regions wild, Of light in light! delicious poisoner!

Rapt in a deep prophetic solitude. Thy venom'd goblet will we quaff until

There came an eastern voice of solemn mood :We fill-we fill!

Yet wast thou patient. Then sang forth the Nine, And by thy Mother's lips

Apollo's garland :-yet didst thou divine
Such home-bred glory, that they cried in vain,

“Come hither, Sister of the Island!” Plain

Was heard no more Spake fair Ausonia ; and once more she spake For clamor, when the golden palace-door

A higher summons :-still didst thou betake

Thee to thy native hopes. O thou hast won And thou, old forest, hold ye this for true,
A full accomplishment! The thing is done, There is no lightning, no authentic dew
Which undone, these our latter days had risen But in the eye of love : there's not a sound,
On barren souls. Great Muse, thou know'st what prison, Melodious howsoever, can confound
Of flesh and bone, curbs, and confines, and frets The heavens and earth in one to such a death
Our spirit's wings : despondency besets

As doth the voice of love: there's not a breath Our pillows; and the fresh to-morrow morn Will mingle kindly with the meadow air, Seems to give forth its light in very scorn

Till it has panted round, and stolen a share
Of our dull, uninspired, snail-paced lives. of passion from the heart!”-
Long have I said, How happy he who shrives
To thee! But then I thought on poets gone,

Upon a bough
And could not pray Snor can I now—so on He leant, wretched. He surely cannot now
I move to the end in lowliness of heart-

Thirst for another love: O impious,

That he can even dream upon it thus – “Ah, woe is me! that I should fondly part Thought he, “Why am I not as are the dead, From my dear native land! Ah, foolish maid ! Since to a woe like this I have been led Glad was the hour, when, with thee, myriads bade Through the dark earth, and through the wondrous ses! Adieu to Ganges and their pleasant fields ! Goddess! I love thee not the less: from thee To one so friendless the clear freshet yields By Juno's smile I turn not—no, no, no A bitter coolness; the ripe grape is sour:

While the great waters are at ebb and flowYet I would have, great gods! but one short hour I have a triple soul! O fond pretence Of native air-let me but die at home.”

For both, for both my love is so immense,

I feel my heart is cut in twain for them."
Endymion to heaven's airy dome
Was offering up a hecatomb of vows,

And so he groan'd, as one by beauty slain.
When these words reach'd him. Whereupon he bows The lady's heart beat quick, and he could see
His head through thorny-green entanglement Her gentle bosom heave tumultuously.
Of underwood, and to the sound is bent,

He sprang from his green covert: there she lay, Anxious as hind towards her hidden fawn.

Sweet as a musk-rose upon new-made hay;

With all her limbs on tremble, and her eyes “ Is no one near to help me? No fair dawn

Shut softly up alive. To speak he tries : Of life from charitable voice? No sweet saying

“ Fair damsel, pity me! forgive me that I To set my dull and sadden'd spirit playing ?

Thus violate thy bower's sanctity! No hand to toy with mine? No lips so sweet

O pardon me, for I am full of grief, That I may worship them? No eyelids meet

Grief born of thee, young angel ! fairest thief! To twinkle on my bosom? No one dies

Who stolen hast away the wings where with Before me, till from these enslaving eyes

I was to top the heavens. Dear maid, sath
Redemption sparkles – I am sad and lost.”

Thou art my executioner, and I feel
Loving and hatred, misery and weal,

Will in a few short hours be nothing to me,
Thou, Carian lord, hadst better have been tost

And all my story that much passion slew me: Into a whirlpool. Vanish into air,

Do smile upon the evening of my days : Warm mountaineer! for canst thou only bear

And, for my tortured brain begins to craze, A woman's sigh alone and in distress?

Be thou my nurse; and let me understand See not her charms! Is Phæbe passionless ? How dying I shall kiss thy lily hand.Phæbe is fairer far– gaze no more :

Dost weep for me? Then should I be content. Yet if thou wilt behold all beauty's store,

Scowl on, ye fates! until the firmament Behold her panting in the forest grass !

Out-blackens Erebus, and the full-cavern'd earth Do not those curls of glossy jet surpass

Crumbles into itself. By the cloud girth For tenderness the arms so idly lain

Of Jove, those tears have given me a thirst Amongst them? Feelest not a kindred pain,

To meet oblivion.”—As her heart would burst To see such lovely eyes in swimming search

The maiden sobb'd awhile, and then replied: After some warm delight, that seems to perch

" Why must such desolation betide Dove-like in the dim cell lying beyond

As that thou speakest of? Are not these green noobs Their upper lids ?-Hist!

Empty of all misfortune? Do the brooks

Utter a gorgon voice? Does yonder thrush, “O for Hermes' wand, Schooling its half-fledged little ones to brush To touch this flower into human shape!

About the dewy forest, whisper tales That woodland Hyacinthus could escape

Speak not of grief, young stranger, or cold snails From his green prison, and here kneeling down Will slime the rose to-night. Though if thou wzit Call me his queen, his second life's fair crown! Methinks 't would be a guilt a very guiltAh me, how I could love !-My soul doth melt Not to companion thee, and sigh away For the unhappy youth-Love! I have felt The light--the dusk-the dark-til break of day! So faint a kindness, such a meek surrender “ Dear lady," said Endymion, " 'tis past : To what my own full thoughts had made too tender, I love thee! and my days can never last. That but for tears my life had fled away

That I may pass in patience, still speak : Ye deaf and senseless minutes of the day, Let me have music dying, and I seek

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