II. Then Alpheus bold, With his trident the mountains strook, 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. Seen through the torrent's sweep, Of the fleet Nymph's flight III. "Oh save me! Oh guide me! And bid the deep hide me! For he grasps me now by the hair!" The loud Ocean heard, To its blue depth stirred, And divided at her prayer; And under the water 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 On the emerald main, Alpheus rushed behind,— As an eagle pursuing A dove to its ruin Down the streams of the cloudy wind. IV. Under the bowers Where the Ocean Powers Sit on their pearlèd thrones ; Through the coral woods Of the weltering floods; Over heaps of unvalued stones; Through the dim beams Which amid the streams Weave a network of coloured light; Where the shadowy waves Are as green as the forest's night: And the sword-fish dark, Under the ocean foam, And up through the rifts Of the mountain-clifts, They passed to their Dorian home. V. And now from their fountains In Enna's mountains, Down one vale where the morning basks, Like friends once parted Grown single-hearted, They ply their watery tasks. From their cradles steep Beneath the Ortygian shore, Like spirits that lie In the azure sky, When they love but live no more. HYMN OF APOLLO. I. THE sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie, From the broad moonlight of the sky, II. Then I arise, and, climbing heaven's blue dome, Leaving my robe upon the ocean-foam ;— My footsteps pave the clouds with fire; the caves 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 Good minds and open actions take new might, IV. I feed the clouds, the rainbows, and the flowers, Are cinctured with my power as with a robe; V. I stand at noon upon the peak of heaven; For grief that I depart they weep and frown. 5 VI. I am the eye with which the universe All prophecy, all medicine, are mine, HYMN OF PAN. FROM the forests and highlands Listening to my sweet pipings. The wind in the reeds and the rushes, And the lizards below in the grass, 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, Were silent with love, as you now, Apollo, I sang of the dancing stars, I sang of the dædal earth, And of heaven, and the Giant wars, Singing how down the vale of Mænalus It breaks in our bosom, and then we bleed. THE QUESTION. I. I DREAMED that, as I wandered by the way, And gentle odours led my steps astray, Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kissed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream. II. There grew pied wind-flowers and violets; Daisies, those pearled Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets; Faint oxlips; tender bluebells, at whose birth Its mother's face with Heaven's collected tears III. And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine, Green cow-bind 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 eves behold. |