III. Last night, when some one spoke his name, A thousand little shafts of flame Were shivered in my narrow frame. O Love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through IV. Before he mounts the hill, I know V. The wind sounds like a silver wire, And, isled in sudden seas of light, My heart, pierced through with fierce delight, Bursts into blossom in his sight. JOL. 1. VI. My whole soul waiting silently, Droops blinded with his shining eye: I will grow round him in his place, 8 CENONE. THERE lies a vale in Ida, lovelier Than all the valleys of Ionian hills. The swimming vapor slopes athwart the glen, Behind the valley topmost Gargarus Stands up and takes the morning; but in front The gorges, opening wide apart, reveal Troas and Ilion's columned citadel, The crown of Troas. Hither came at noon Mournful Enone, wandering forlorn Of Paris, once her playmate on the hills. Her cheek had lost the rose, and round her neck "O mother Ida, many-fountained Ida, My eyes are full of tears, my heart of love, "O mother Ida, many fountained Ida, Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. Hear me O Earth, hear me O Hills, O Caves, That house the cold crowned snake! O mountain brooks, I am the daughter of a River-God; Hear me, for I will speak, and build up all i My sorrow with my song, as yonder walls 66 "O mother Ida, many-fountained Ida, Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. I waited underneath the dawning hills, Beautiful Paris, evil-hearted Paris, Leading a jet-black goat white-horned, white-hooved, Came up from reedy Simois all alone. "O mother Ida, harken ere I die. Far-off the torrent called me from the cleft: Far up the solitary morning smote The streaks of virgin snow. With down-dropt eyes I sat alone: white breasted like a star. Fronting the dawn he moved; a leopard skin Drooped from his shoulder, but his sunny hair And his cheek brightened as the foam-bow brightens |