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Copyrighted 1899 By Mrs. I^ilian Pike Roome and Fred W. Allsopp Copyrighted 1916 By Mrs. Lilian Pike Roome and Fred W. Allsopp OCT 16 1918 DEMOCRAT P. « L. CO. LITTLE ROCK.

CONTENTS HYMNS TO THE GODS AND OTHER POEMS Page Hymns to the Gods 5-47 Latona 48-56 To 57-62 the Planet Jupiter. Lines Written on the Rocky 63-65 Mountains (When Ode. Shall Nations, Etc.). in Santa Fe 71-73 74-93 Ariel 94-97 Invocation Ode to the Mocking Bird... 98-100 101-102 Similes. 103-104 Apostrophe Lines Written on the Mountains West of the Rio 105-108 del Norte 109-111 To the Moon.. 112-113 Night on the Arkansas 114-119 Buena Vista... Evening Conversation, An. 120-133 ...134-137 Death in the Desert 138-140 To the Mocking Bird.... 141-143 Ora Atque Labora 144-145 Brown October 146-151 Taos._ Sunset in Arkansas 152-154 When California Foreign Land Fantasma Monotone. First Was The Wild-Flower a 155-158 Dirge, of Spring, 176-179 180-181 182-184 185-189 190-192 A...... Voyage of Life, The Dying Wife, The... To Ambition..... Home 193 194-214 215-128 Dead Chase, The Lament for Dixie 219 220-224 225-226 Jubilate,. Reflections Reunion Night: A .227-232 Reverie...... Invitation, ...162-163 164-172 173-175 __ The. 66-67 68-70 .„ 159-161 Stuggle for Freedom, the Spring..... Noon Page Autumn An... Morning: A Lament Midnight: A Lament Fall of Poland France _ 233-236 237-241 242-246 247-249 250-251 Shelley... 252-257 Hymn 258-260 261-263 Disunion Stanzas to My Sister.. Ann 264-266 267-269


HYMNS TO THE GODS. No. 1. TO HERA. I. Mother Our of Gods! devoutly we incline willing knees before thy holy shrine, Where Imbrasus runs seaward, strong and Through the green plains of Samos. swift, Lo! we lift Gladly to thee our many-voiced strain. Sung never to thy Majesty in vain. The day wears on; the expanding sun stoops low; bow While, in the east, thy Messenger's bent Gladdens the eyes of eager worshippers. A soft, sweet wind thy garlands lightly Where thy loved White And lilies flowers, dear of Heaven, Divine! with the dittany entwine. the gay poppy. Our solemn chant And Queen stirs. Wilt thou deign to hear —loud, earnest, and sincere grant our prayer? Come from Olympus down, In regal glory, with thy starry crown. And sceptre flashing with great gems, whereon Thy cuckoo broods! Let not the reluctant sun Dip in the sea, before our glad eyes greet The distant glitter of thy Sandaled with ivory. snowy feet,

That shame the And flash fau-est of our green isle's daughters, upon the undulating sea, Like rays of star-light on a blue meer's slumbering waters! 11. Power, Empire, Virtue, by Inspired As hawks And to the sun, reach Toppling thee, low —these are thy men gift; their eyes uplift. and aim at high estate. while the mighty and the great. it; By like towers, fall headlong. thee urged. Men in the sloughs of wretchedness immerged Arm them anew with courage resolute. Bear pain and And grow thee with constancy endued, report and evil fortune clings ill More Her with endurance mute, divine in virtuous fortitude. Woman, by In evil closely to her husband's side, lovely patience ever to his aid In the world's fierce And trials. Power and Empire fade are dissolved like a thin April cloud; But Virtue A and brings is immortal. Men have bowed thousand years before thy lofty shrines. Clamoring for Power; but r-arely one inclines. In prayer for Virtue, Truth and Constancy, Before thine altars the obsequious knee. We, Of these prostrate at thy feet. — ^the only true and priceless treasure Do humbly and Thy Majesty beseechingly entreat benign to grant us ample measure.

— "Power, Empire, Virtue, these are thy gifts; Inspired by thee, low men their eyes uplift."

III. Where now?— tarriest thou, Cithaeronaea, Perhaps, upon some mountain's regal brow Cyllene or No Oromedon—reclined, cares of state disturbing thy great mind, Thou gazest on our lovely Grecian isles, Along whose shores the tranquil ocean smiles Serene as thou: around thee hoary Swing firs and many an old beech stirs. And, dreaming, murmurs, and the grave oaks spread their tall heads, Their leafy limbs; and, watching overhead. Thy kingly hawk, scarce moving his wide wings, Rocked by the mountain-breezes, Perhaps On in idly swings: some secluded, shady nook. the green margin of a happy brook. Lulled by its music into tranquil While thy young Their patient sleep, Nymphs demurely round vigil. thee keep In whatever spot Of rarest beauty,—cave, lawn, dell, or grot, Cool glade, deep vale, or silver-sanded shore. Or river-bank shaded with sycamore, Hearken, oh, lovely Queen! To the loud echo of our plaintive voices: Approach us while the laughing Earth is green. And the young Spring in buds and golden flowers rejoices.

— ! IV. Oh, Queen! beloved of all the laughing Hours, Let snowy-shouldered Hebe, crowned with flowers, Before the rising of the evening-star, Harness the peacocks to thy jewelled car: Leave, for a time, the mighty Thunderer's And thy To our On side, swift birds let dextrous Iris guide Stay not thy flashing wheels fair shore. the dark Euxine, ploughed with many Or where the vexed Propontis hoarsely keels. swells; In Cos, or Naxos, or the Arcadian dells; Come, Heaven's wonder! come Where thou wast By born, and those sweet hours Were When first encircled first; by the Seasons nursed all thy virgin charms by Jove's mighty arms, thy large eyes, magnificently bright, Looked into And, on his with soft his breast hiding Thou hadst no peer By when to our island, and loving light. thy blushing in loveliness face. and grace, those sweet hours, come! while the sun yet slides Down the sky's slant, and bless these innocent brides. Who watch the western sky. Their breasts with fear and rapture palpitating: Come! thou, who must their virgin zones untie. Lest they, despairing, weep, and faint with longer waiting. 1845.

No. 2. TO POSEIDON. I. God mighty deep! wherever now of the The waves beneath thy brazen Whether thy axles bow; strong, proud steeds, wind-winged Trample the storm-vexed waters round then and wild, piled, Swift as the lightning flashes that reveal The quick gyrations of each massive wheel, While round and under thee, with hideous The broad roar, Atlantic, with thy scourging sore. Thundering like antique Chaos in his spasms. In heaving mountains and deep-yawning chasms. Fluctuates endlessly; while through the gloom, Their glossy sides and thick manes flecked with foam, Career thy coursers, neighing with mad glee, In fierce response to the tumultuous sea: Whether they tread the sounding sands below, Among wrecked ships, where the green sea-plants grow. Broad-leaved, and sighing with eternal motion Over the pale, cold tenants of the ocean: Oh, come! our lofty altars for thee stand, Smoking with incense, on the level strand.

II. Perhaps with loose rein now thy horses roam Over the Adriatic. No salt foam Stains their fine limbs, but softly, leisurely, They tread with silver feet that still, calm sea, Fanning the waters with their floating manes, That gleam like mist in sunshine; while From clamorous trumpets round thy And shrill strains chariot ring, green-robed sea-gods praising thee, their king, Chaunt loudly; while Apollo bends his gaze Lovingly on thee, and his soft clear rays Tame thy On The wild coursers' eyes. air feels warm the sea's forehead, where the cold, harsh storm So lately thundered, and the rebel winds That ^olus in cave and den Beat their broad wings. Thou binds. Perhaps long leagues below sleepest in green caves, Brighter than sapphires: The sand around now where sea-flowers glow many a monster cumbers thee; aged Triton slumbers Care-free and still; From many a nook, watching thy dreamless sleep. and glad, sweet, bright eyes 10 peep

III. Perhaps thou art resting on some Indian Under a broad, thick tree, where, isle, many a mile. Stretches a sunny shore, with golden sands. Piled in fantastic shapes Where the And curl by Naiads' hands; come small waves upon the beach, coyly, one like by one, molten gold, Thick-set with jewellery rare and old, Sea-nymphs Make sit near, thee such melody, as in deep Of a May-night, When, and with small is by the frolicking within They sound delicate shells dells, made, Fairies some sober shade, their silver flutes, soft, faint, and sweet, In strange but exquisite tunes; and delicate feet Dance softly on the grass-blades gemmed with dew. That bend, not break: So lately through the all wanton spice-trees, With overladen wings that loan Wealth of perfume. And come airs that hover there, to the air Oh! wilt thou not with them to our blew new arise, sacrifice? 1829. 11

— No. 3. TO DEMETER. I. Goddess of bounty! at whose spring-time call, When on the dewy earth thy first tones fall, And echo in its heart, each young green blade Springs, wondering, into Is liveried with new Where they had The glad Among The life; grass, —from each dumb, and nestled, birds come, the dull, gray glade and sing the thronging leaves; and fast and free rivers run, crushing their icy chains. Through green clad The Goddess valleys: of all beauty, To whom Drawn by winged And —thou whose heart dragons, their blossoms Oh pour thy ! fields, Thou, that his cool light, dost all chiefly art the laughing earth looks up, and yields choicest treasures: Sheds rains, Thou who ever in the sunny meads and Her dull of soul. for joy to thee. Broken by thee and by thine April Is chill hole, in thy car. when the morning touch the budding woo the trembling trees, breeze; light Of truth and joy upon our souls tonight. And grant to us great plenty and sweet ease! 12 star

II. Benignant Goddess of the rustling corn! Thou to whom reapers sing, and on the lawn Bind up gigantic sheaves of full-eared While innocent maids, with little, wheat; dancing feet. Bring thee gay poppies, weave for thee a crown Of modest To garland thy Among With and gracefully bend down flowers, full baskets; at whose side, the sheaves, young Bacchos loves to ride, bright, clear, sparkling eyes, All wine-stained in the glad and feet and mouth and sunny south Perhaps ye ride among the leafy vines, While round thy neck one rosy arm he twines, And with the other hand And presses the To thy loved And crowns plump lips, still gathers up grapes, and holds the cup then throws aside the wine. thee with the green leaves of the vine. Kisses thy brow, thy mouth, thine eyes most bright With love and joy. Some favored If those dear eyes now hill Of vine-clad Thrace, oh! come, while And with them light bless the coming all is still. of this night III. Lo! the small stars And wander up rise from the the sky. silver ocean, A sweet 13 emotion

stirs the And white bosoms of the thin, soft clouds; the light mist, that the gray Gleams like a rain of diamonds Lo! a soft blush of light is hills enshrouds, in the ah*. rising there, Like silver shining through a tint of red; And soon the queenly moon her love will shed Like pearl-mist on the islands and the sea. Which thou wilt cross to view our mystery. Lo! we have torches here for thee, and urns. Where On incense with delicious odor burns, altars piled with glowing fruit, as And Flowers gathered while the And waiting altars, Thy Shall And Dawn Indian spices: patiently Our earnest watch Thy sweet ripe as thy sweet lips; with yellow wheat, for thee, till lay half-asleep. we keep bending before to our fair shore chariot-wheels roll, while Ocean to the burden reels, utters to the sky a stifled roar. 1830. 14

No. 4. TO DIONUSOS Where Of some The On art thou, Dionusos? the hills land afar, where sweet wine fair fills clustered grapes, dost stain thy ripe lips red With Thy rich old juice, that votaries men long ages dead —pressed and hid? Dost thou hold up 'Twixt thee and the sun thy jewel-cinctured cup, With luminous rubies brimmed? Lit by the car, blaze of the far northern star. Roll over Thracia's Shout thy Or doth thy mad hills, while all around bacchanals, and rings the sound men Of merry revelry, and distant Start at thy clamor? Or in some cool glen Reclinest thou, under dark ivy leaves. Idling the Gay day off, while each mad Faun weaves garlands for thee, sipping a great bowl Of stout, strong wine; and the dismaying Of thy all-conquering wheels no more But thy strong tigers, Crouch at thy lacchos! Thy come with no fierce is roll heard. dream stirred. feet? to meet worshippers, that here with merry word Of olden song thy godhead long to greet. 15

II. Oh, thou who lovest pleasure! at Wine's warmth In all is always felt; who mad, wanton mirth; who Of merry maidens joinest, whose heart takest part in the dance where the glance Of bright black eyes, and twinkling of white Of lovely girls delight thee, feet, when they meet — Giver of peace careworn, sad men! —whose smiles make cease Under the summer moon! To all The piercing pains of grief; for Weave maids ivy garlands, and in pleasant glades Hang up Gk) whom young thine image, and, with happy looks, dancing round, while shepherds, with long crooks. Join the glad company, and glide about With merry laugh and many a hearty shout. Staining with rich dark grapes each That most they love; little cheek and then with sudden Seizing the willing hand, About the green mound: freak, and dancing on —Oh, thou merry son Of supreme JOVE! Wherever thou dost rove. Among the thick vines, come, ere day is done. And let us too thy sunny influence prove. 16

III. Where The art thou, CONQUEROR!—before whom fell when the strong jewelled kings of Ind, swell Of thy great multitudes came on them, and The mystic thursos Was shaken Grew thy red right hand in over them, faint, as till every soul smit with lightning; when the roll Of thy great chariot-wheels was on the neck Of mighty potentates; Thy tigers and wild lynxes on the shore Of the Indian sea, and With sparkling and Poured on Gave forth thou didst check till its angry roar delicious Grecian waters, new still its till odors, the contented brine and a pleasant scent Of rare perfume; and haggard men, With When wine drank long, sharp sickness, spent all in life anew. the rich sea-breeze through their lattice blew Bacchos! who tramplest Care with thy Oh, hither turn thy And light our tigers, happy With the radiance Come, with thy hair of strong and soft feet. fleet, isles thy smiles dewy with wine, and meet Those who, for thee, have trod the weary miles. 17

— ! IV. Come to our ceremony! Lo, we rear An altar of green turf, the sea-beach near, And garland it with vine-shoots, and the leaf Of glossy ivy. Far from us Come! and chase Lo upon the ! ! Full cups of wine, till all we pour along the shore See! a mist Eddies the luscious odor. Is rising turf all grief from the wine-stained turf Alas! 'twas not his cry!) — (Ah, hist! — Come with thy train Of riotous Satyrs, pouring forth a strain Of utmost shrillness on the noisy pipe. Come, with thine eye and And wondrous rare, Rolling along the and hills, lip of let beauty ripe us hear thy wheels while twilight steals Quietly up, and dusky, sober Night Is hindered from her star-track by the light Of thy wild With all tigers' eyes! thy Cross the calm sea mad and merry company The stars shall And ere wax and wane. day comes We'll wander over hill again. and vale with Sending afar a loudly joyous thee. strain. 1829. 18

'Hear, 'Aphrodite! Hear our rustic song! Thalassia, hear! for unto thee belong All pleasant offerings; ring-doves coo to thee, While they entwine their arch'd necks lovingly."

No. 5. TO 'APHRODITE. I. Oh, thou most lovely and most beautiful! Wherever cooingly thy white doves Thy bright eyes to soft slumber; whether on The truant south-wind To some And lull still floating, or if gone cloud in dreamy sleep that swings, there reclining, while its snowy wings Blush into crimson: whether thy delicate wheels, Over green sward that scarce the pressure feels. Brush the bright dewdrops from the bending grass, Leaving the poor, green blades to look, alas — (Ah! so dost thou Dim other eyes and brighter!) —whether now With dim eyes at the moon, Thou floatest over the sea, while Of thy fair doves Sweet odours is They know How wet, and sea-maids bring for thee, They have not each white wing — (Ah! how foolish they! felt thy smart, not, while in ocean-waves they play. cruel and strong thou art!) II. Hear, 'Aphrodite! Hear our rustic song! Thalassia, hear! for unto thee belong 19

—— All pleasant offerings; ring-doves coo to thee, While they entwine their arch'd necks lovingly, Among the murmuring leaves; thine are all sounds Of pleasure on earth and where abounds ; Most we happiness, for thee surely look. In the dusk depths of some leaf -shaded nook Thou hidest frequently, where soft winds Thy sunny Thy curls, and wave cool airs fondly lave radiant brow, and ruffle the delicate wings Of thy tired doves; where With small, bright eyes, In notes that never but his quaint love-tale sings, some little, by thee are heard. In some such spot dreaming thou And strange, sweet bird, liest now, with half-open eye, Fairest of heaven, do thou Drinkest in beauty. Hear kindly our faint cry! III. Doris! from Take light Doubles whom and all life; things for his glee; thou, upon whom whom Continually sings; whose this earth even laughing Mirth the joyous bird name is heard In every pleasant noise; at whose warm All things look brighter; for More whom glance wine doth dance merrily within the agate vase, To meet thy lip; Joy leaps on faster, glimpsing at whose sweet face, with a clearer laugh, 20

And Sorrow And flings into the sea his staff, dim tossing back the hair from his Looks up again to long-forgotten While Avarice forgets to count And even Dear as skies; his gold, wealth untold, offers thee his Thou his heart's blood. to and with thy looks us, Bless and console us whose high might bow. All things are glad to Come unto eyes, of light. now! IV. Hear At whose sweet And Thou whom us, 'Ourania! will all obey! rough Satyrs leave their play, gather wild flowers to adorn the hair Of the young nymphs, and nuts and berries bear To those they fancy most. They leap in Paphia, to whom awkward mood through the dusk gloom Of darkening oak-trees, or at sunny noon Play unto thee, on their rude pipes, a tune Of wondrous languishment! Thou, whose great power Brings up young sea-maids from each ocean-bower. With many an idle song to sing to thee, And bright locks floating mist-like on the sea, And glancing eyes, as They if spied their lovers, Small bubbles flit, in distant caves — (so along blue waves mocking the 21 genial sun;)

Let cares no more oppress Thy servitors! but, ere our feast Our new done, is loves kindly bless! V. Oh, thou who once Bedew the didst weep, pitying woods! and with sad by those great tears fears That haunted thee when young Adonis lay With dark eyes drowned in death; That saw him, wounded, fall, On —by that dull day with many a moan. the dead leaves, and sadly and alone Breathe out his life;—deign thou to look upon All maidens who for too great love Come And pity them! Her fh-st faint stars; when Night to us and let grow wan brings us hear the wings Of thy most beautiful and bright-eyed doves, Fanning the breathless air. Let all the Loves Fly round thy chariot, with sweet, low songs Murmuring upon For thy Come! each maid their lips. fair presence, longs Goddess of true Love! Float through the odorous And, as thy light wheels roll, air, from us remove Sadness and love-sick care. VL Lo! we have To bum Fit for many kinds of incense here. to thee; wine as the sunshine clear, young Bacchos; flowers 22 we have here, too,

Gathered by Was To fresh place when star-light, upon them; myrtle-wreaths we upon thy thy temples. For beauty. all fair isle, With honey in their To be 'Tis the proper time Thou, who lovest the clime where roses bud and blow Of our dear own bear. bright, luxuriant hair, And shade Like thine the morning-dew bosoms, and a glow cheek, lifting their modest heads, refreshed with the transparent beads Of diamond dew, paling the young moon's rays, Our We altars burn for thee, and on the blaze pour rich incense from great golden vases. Queen Cypria! hear our words. And hither urge, circled with Thy team of all the Graces, snow- winged birds 1829. No. 6. TO APOLLON. I. Bright-haired Apollon A blessing to the world Aye Thou ! ! that ever art whose generous heart overflows with love and light and Thou, at whose glance all With happiness! to whom, life things on earth are rife in early Spring, •23

— Flowers To their heads, lift whether they laughing cling the steep mountain's side, or in the vale Thou, to Timidly nestle! Chill, whom the pale weary Earth looks up, when Winter With patient Put forth and the storm-shattered gaze, trees and drink deep draughts fresh leaves, Poured from thy flees. brilliant orb Thou ! in whose of light. bright, Coruscant rays, the eagle feeds his eye With flashing Screams out And fire, his the high and far, far haughty joy! titles up on high By all the names that thy Godhead claims, Phoibos, or Clarios, golden-haired Apollo, Cunthios, or Puthios, The —cease for a time to follow fleeing Night, Our hymn to thee, and hear and smilingly draw near! II. Most Pours Thou, whose great heart's swell exquisite poet! itself Thou who out on mountain, lawn, and dost touch And make them Inspired them with thy golden by whom the Poet's eyes perceive Of the unquiet its feet. for the Painter's use complete; Great beauty everywhere, Of dell! — in the slow heave sea, or in the roar resounding waters, Of pleasant streams, — —on the shore in the dark, jagged rift Of savage mountains, where the black clouds 24 drift,

Flushed with swift Ughtning, Of solemnly and slow silent Night, that Walks up the sky. Tinges all Double All that Oh, thou, whose influence makes each sense things with beauty, delight, is —on the broad, dark brow and clothes with a young and fair; Flits far, like darkness! while delicate grace the base all —thou that art in truth Incarnate lordliness, hear! while our youth With earnest yearning cry; Answer our hymn, and come to us, Most high III. In quaint disguise, with wondrous grace and Often thou makest, on thy golden fire, lyre. Exquisite music, on smooth, sunny glades. Where on the greensward dance the village maids. Their hair adorned with wild-flowers, or a wreath Of thine own Some laurel; while, reclined beneath ancient oak, thou smilest at these elves, As though thou wert all Sometimes thou playest human in the like themselves. darkening wood. While Fauns glide forth, in dance grotesque and rude, Flitting among the trees with awkward leap. Like their god, Pan; and from fir-thickets deep Come up the Satyrs, joining the mad crew, And capering for thy pleasure. From each yew. And beech, and oak, the wood-nymphs shyly peep, 25

! To see the revelry; and from its The merry laughter wakes the And music cheers startled wood, dusk, deep solitude. its Oh, come, and sleep let the sound Of thy sweet lyre eddy our isle around IV. Thou Great Seer and Prophet! The deepest-hidden lore, that teachest and from Dost pluck the Future, so that he men den his floats by In visible shape, apparent to the eye. But robed with visions: thou, in whose high power Are health and sickness: thou who oft dost shower Great plagues on impious nations, with hot breath Withering their Like fiery mist and raining sudden death souls, among them; Like the sweet breeze after a That thrills or, again, summer rain, the earth like love, thou sendest out Health, like a lovely child, that goes about, With soft, white feet, Kissing with rosy among each poor pale cheek, lip Shaking perfume from The To Is the sick and weak, its white wings, and through shriveled heart stirring the blood, fill the abandoned veins. hjnnned by Thy Hear all, let anew Oh, thou, whose name us, too, dare to claim holy presence here! us, bright God, and lend a gracious ear! 26

V. Hear us Who Thou master ! of the springing gloomy woods to throw lovest in the Thine arrows to the mark, Uke the keen Of those that From And To the sun's quiver shot! among hide Sounds in the flee, safe bears timid as hares, mountains leaves, on the is From whom grim Thou, whose cry ! autumn-woods, where whirl and The brown dry Bacchos flight the universe with light, fill lordly lions bow, fly —when with his riotous train hills, and on the plain Full-armed Demeter; when upon the sea The brine-gods blow their shells, and laughingly Then thy The broad world rings with glee. Stills into silence every truant noise, Pealing with utmost sweetness on the And in the echoes of the dancing Over the sea and on the sounding And eddying Before Draw air, until all its voices clear voice hills, rills. plain. wane influence: near, great God, before the day goes hence! VI. By that most fatal day, Young Huakinthos Was dimmed fell, when with a cry and with blood, his dark eye — when, dying, on a bed 27

; ; Of his own flowers he laid his wounded head, Breathing great sighs; by those heart-cherished eyes Of long-loved Huakinthos, by the sighs That then, On oh, young Apollon, thou every gloomy hill Weeping away thy Thine eyes with didst pour and desolate shore, soul, eclipse, and making till dull the chilled earth was full Of sad forebodings, for thy radiance dimmed Prayers by pale priests in To many a fane were hymned the pale-eyed Sim; the frightened Satyrs strayed Long Came in the dark woods, and then to the to lament that thou wast still chill glade unkind Artemis wept for love, and pained and pined For light and life: by that most fearful grief. Oh! bright Apollon, hear, and grant To us And who relief cry to thee! let us, ere we die, thy glory see! 1829. No. 7. TO ARTEMIS. I. Most graceful Goddess! whether now thy feet Pursue the dun deer to their deep retreat In the heart of some old wood, or on the side 28

Of some high mountain; where, most eager-eyed, Thou glidest And arrow on the chase, with bended bow, at the string, a wondrous glow Of exquisite beauty on thy cheek, and feet White as the As her silver soft rays, Rattling to moon, graceful and —with quiver at thy back thy steppings. all fleet If some track In far-off Thessaly thou folio west up. Brushing the dew from many a flower's With head bent forward, harking Of thy good hounds, while in to the cup, full bay the deep woods they, Strong-limbed and swift, leap on with eager bounds. And from far hills their long, deep note resounds. Thy sweetest music Orthia, hear our cry, And let : us worship thee, while far and high Climbs up thy brother, Upon the earth, The world —while his light falls full —for when the night-winds lull to sleep, then to the lightless sky Delia must glide, with robes of silver And sunward dew eye! 11. Perhaps thou hiest to some shady spot Among broad trees, while frightened beasts The clamor of Upon green grass Thou hear not thy hounds; there, dropping down and leaves all sere pillowest thy delicate head 29 and brown. upon

Some gnarled and moss-robed root, where soft winds run Riot about thee, and thy Thy death-winged Nymphs fair point arrows, or thy hair anoint With Lydian odors; and thy strong hounds lie Lazily on the ground, and watch thine eye, And watch thine arrows, while thou hast a dream. Perhaps some deep-bosomed, shaded stream in Thou bathest now, where even the loving Sun Catches no glimpse of thee; where shadows on The waters dusk collect, and make it cool, Like the wind-chilled wide sea, or some clear pool Deep in a cavern; hanging branches dip Their ringlets in the stream, or slowly drip With tear-drops But those of clear dew: before no eyes of flitting wind-gods, each nymph hies Into the deep, cool, rippling stream, and there Thou pillowest thyself upon Queen Cynthia, the breast. its Fair. in. By all Upon thine hours of pleasure tall ! —when thou wast Latmos, moveless, tranced, and lost In boundless pleasure, ever gazing on Thy bright-eyed youngster; Was lighting remote seas, or at Careering through the sky! And when the absent Sun mid-noon By every tune voice of joy that thrilled about the chords 30

Of thy great heart, when on his words, it fell In that cool, shady nook, where thou hadst brought And placed Endumion;—where fair hands had taught beauty to shine forth; where thy young maids Had brought rare shells for him, and from the glades All All starry flowers, with precious stones, and gems Of utmost beauty, pearly diadems Of ancient sea-gods: birds were there, that sang And carolled ever; living waters rang Their changes at times, to soothe the soul all Of thy Endumion; pleasant breezes stole With light feet His dewy lips. through the nook, that they might Ah! by those hours Worth a whole And life beautiful Aricia! Thy in heaven, kiss of bliss, come to us, fair Take us under gentle care. 1829. No. 8. TO ARES. I, Great War-God! mighty Ares! Hear our hymn, Sung to thee in the wood-recesses dim Of dusky Caria, near the Icariah wave!— 31

— — ! ! When And war's red storms in lurid fury rave, the fierce billows of his hungry tide Over the groaning land sweep When And ; far gleaming his thick legions, clad in bristling thick with javelins, In desperate conflict; and wide; madly steel, reel —when the mighty roar Peals upward, shaking heaven's great golden Even as the tumult of the Shakes granite towers; And Desperation, And Fire Then riot, maddened floor, sea —when Fear, and Agony, hand-in-hand. and Famine waste the lean, lank land: thou, rejoicing, ragest through the field; Like mountain-thunder clangs thy brazen shield Thy falchion, like the lightning, flashes far; The frightened Earth, under thy sounding car, (Whirled swiftly by thy brazen-footed steeds, Flight and And mad Terror), shuddering, quakes and shivers; ever, as the war's red surge recedes. Brooks swelled with blood run downward to red rivers. 11. Turn thy wild coursers from our lovely land Let not their hoofs trample our golden strand Shake not thy spear above our Nor turn fruitful hills, to blood the waters of our rills! Crush not our flowers with thy remorseless wheels, Nor let our grain be trod with armed heels, 32

That the poor starve! Let not thy With Pestilence sister ride, and Famine, by thy But come with Aphrodite in side; thy arms Enfolded, radiant with a thousand charms, Her lovely head held on thy massive Her sweet eyes soothing Thy into placid rest fiery passions; while her doves glide through The sparkling atmosphere. Thy chest, Bring with thee, too. lovely children, at their mother's side; Eros, whose form expands, and wings When sweet brother, Anteros, his The God of tenderest love, With fair Harmonia And mingling music with and near, faith sincere; clinging to thy neck, her glad caresses; While the young Charities With dew-enjewelled is grow wide, flit round, and deck flowers thy loved one's golden tresses, III. through Abarimon, Let thy harsh wheels roll Where Mount Imaus glitters in the sun. Throned Make The To like there a king, in solitary state: more rugged and more desolate frozen Scythian wildernesses; grind dust the Indian rocks, and like the wind Drive thy And fleet coursers over Bactria's barbarous domains; But spare the And through the Median plains. leave isles of them our beloved Greece, sleeping tranquilly in peace. 33

! Here, under an old, stately, branching oak, Thine altar sendeth to the clouds its smoke. Whereon the wolf and hungry vulture bleed. The magpie, and the bold and generous We bow in steed. adoration at thy shrine. Dark-bearded God, majestic and divine Our incense, burning, loads the eddying air. And Kuthereia joins us in our prayer. Wilt thou not listen kindly to the strain Which now around our vine-clad hills For when did Beauty ever sue Even in his sternest mood meekly is pealing? in vain. to Valor kneeling? 1845. No. 9. TO PALLAS. I. Hear, blue-eyed Pallas! Eagerly we call. Entreating thee to our glad festival. Held On in the sunny morning of the year. this our rosy isle, to thee Thine altar, most dear. builded by young maidens' hands, Near the Carpathian's sparkling water stands, 34

Upon the slant and sunny Rhodian shore, Gracing the green lawn's undulating Walled in with Rampart the trees, floor, which, sweeping wide around, precincts of the holy ground. Myriads of roses, flushing full in bloom. Send to far Caria surge of rich perfume. Like the glad incense of our prayer, which floats Up Of silver flutes roll Startling the A The to the trembling stars. ringing notes through the echoing woods. Fauns shy solitudes. in their hundred boys, each fairer Over the greensward, clad than a girl. in armor, whirl A hundred In thy wild mystic dance. maids. In white and gold, come from the dusky glades, The loveliest of our beauty-blessed isle, Their small white feet gleaming like stars, that smile In the dark azure of a moonless night. They bear thy robe Sleeveless, of pure and stainless white. embroidered richly with Whereon thy deeds fine gold. are told. Those, chiefly, done of old, When, blazing in the van, thou didst the Giants II. Brain-born of Zeus ! Thou who dost give to men Knowledge and wisdom; and hast brought again Science and art, in renovated youth, 35 fight.

And taught fair Thou to whom Greece to love and seek the truth; and artist artificer, Fearing thy potent anger to incur, Bend down In all beseechingly, and pray the cunning mysteries of their trade; Inspired by Drink deep thee, young men, immersed of learning, at still shine. love Athene only, the Divine: Old gray-haired sages pore on antique And feed with wisdom's Inspired The by oil scrolls. their burning souls. thee, the prophet sees afar signs of peace, the portents of grim war; Foretells the strange Of nations and With of and wayward genial rains will bless the life hail. of those well loved And make destinies men, and when the skies Or vex the earth with The in cells. Time's ancient wells. Forget that Beauty's starry eyes And for aid husbandman. Thy favor can by thee prolong, hoar Eld youthful again and strong. Oh, come to us! while glittering with dew Young Day still crimsons the horizon's blue! Come, Parthenos! Nor to thy beloved home. longer idly roam. Where hungry oceans foam. Round barbarous continents and islands new. 36

III. Oh, come not to us, clad in armor bright, Intolerable unto mortal sight. With flashing spear, and helm of blazing gold. Crested with griffin-guarded sphynx! nor hold Thine aegis, blazing Wreathed with with Medusa's eye, Not live serpents! As when against the Giants thou in warlike guise. didst march. With strong tread shaking earth and the sky's great Terrific in thy panoply of war, Jove's lightning in thy right hand flashing far; Till, struck with fear and overpowering dread, Heaven's baffled adversaries howling Come in thy garb of peace, with kindly smile. Breathing new beauty on thy With mystic And fled veil flowery isle; over thy dazzling brow. soft feet, whiter than the mountain-snow Come to us over the exulting sea, From thy Tegaean shrine in Arcady; Thy sacred dragon gliding o'er the waves, While nymphs, emerging from deep ocean-caves, Floating like stars upon the misty spray, Carol around thee And grim many a pleasant lay; Poseidon, smiling at the strain, Gives thee glad welcome to his vast domain; 37 arch.

— And Aiolos bears incense from the shores, Where the mad Ganges And r his great torrent Indian sea, and th' all roars, pours the trees rich odors rain. IV. Thou who the daring Argonauts Over the stormy sea's rebellious tide; By Lemnos and by sunny (Fair isles, that didst guide sit Samothrace, the waves with swan-like grace,) By Troas and the dark Symplegades; And send them, with a favorable breeze. Through the wide Euxine into Colchis; hear! Oh, Virgin Goddess! and come smiling near, While here we wait upon the And stretch, imploringly Then silver sands, our suppliant hands! shall our maidens, of long summer Embowered among the overshading eves. leaves, (While, taught of thee, their sweet task they Plying the distaff with a curious fulfill, skill,) Tell of the time, when, brighter than a star, Approaching on the azure sea Thou And didst our smile When new upon afar. humble ceremonies their budding bless. loveliness, flowers sprang in every sunny New odors loaded every pleasant gale. And whiter com, and richer wine and vale. oil, Thenceforward paid the husbandman's glad 38 toil;

And blander breezes, and serener skies Thereafter blessed the Oh, good and wise! isle. Oh, radiant Goddess! Shall this sacred day- Glide mournfully away, Fading to evening gray. And thou not deign to glad our anxious, longing eyes? 1845. No. 10. TO HERMES. I. Hear, white-winged Messenger! If thy swift feet Loiter within Heaven's starry walls, where meet The Gods, At their nectar daintily to sip indolent leisure; where thy beardless lip Utters such eloquence, that thine old foe. Imperial Here, doth her hate forego. And hang entranced on thy sweet accents, while Cypria rewards thee with inviting smile. And Till wise Athene's cup stands waiting by, thou hast ended; Among —whether, near the sky. the palpitating stars thou soarest. Or f oldest thy bright pinions in 39 some forest

That crowns an Asian mountain; Fan — if Lhy wings the broad sea, where sultry Afric flings His hot breath on the waters, by the shore Of Araby the blest; or in the roar Of crashing Northern Thy winged Or ice: course to us —oh, turn, and urge, ! Leave the rough surge. icy mountain-height, or city proud. Or haughty temple, or With weakening And come dim wood, down-bowed age, to us, thou young and mighty sage! II. Thou who invisibly dost ever stand Near each high orator, and hand-in-hand With golden-robed Apollon, touch the tongue Of the rapt poet; on whom men have hung. Strangely enchanted, when, in dark disguise, Thou hast descended from cloud-curtained skies, up thy voice to teach bold men And lifted Thy world-arousing art! Oh The ocean was untracked, Great ships upon it! thou, that didst teach Thou who when them send dost extend, In storm or calm, protection to the hopes Of the fair merchant! Of Mount Kullene first Thou, that on the slopes mad'st sound the lyre —with childish And the delicious harp, And magical beauty playing, in dark caves 40 lire

Marvellous tunes, unlike the ruder staves That Pan had uttered while each wondering ; Came Nymph out from tree and mountain, and the lymph Of mountain-stream, to drink each echoing note That over the entranced woods did With float, fine clear tone. Like silver trumpets on a still lake blown. III. Thou matchless Artist! Thou, whose wondrous In ages past the earth's wide bounds did With every usefulness! skill. fill Thou, who dost teach Quick-witted thieves the miser's gold to reach, And rob him of his sleep for Getting thee curses many Mischievous, ! Young Rogue- God Hermes! always All Gods and men; Going of Ares, now Of young Apollon's At dewy strive nightfall, sprite glad to cheat now to steal to clog the wheel may crawl Thou, whom wrestlers car, that it Most slowly upwards! Whether they mad —with mute and noiseless feet in search of mischief; The spear a night, upon the level call. green under the dim screen Of ancient oaks, or at the sacred games. In fiercer contest! Thou, In half -thought prayer, whom each then names when the quick breath 41 is drawn

For the The last struggle! Thou, whom, on the lawn, and ascribes to thee victor praises, His fresh-reaped honors! Under thy And Let us ever be care. hear, oh hear, our solemn, earnest prayer. 1829. No. 11. TO FLORA. I. Hear, lovely Chloris, while we sing to thee! Thou restest Near a now beneath some shady swift brook, upon a mossy tree. root; All other winds with deep delight are mute. While Euros A frolics with thy flowing hair, thousand odors floating on the And rippling softly through the air, dewy green Of the thick leaves, that murmuringly screen Thy snowy forehead. The quivering sunlight snows In golden flakes. Still glittering Struggling through their mass, Round upon the grass thee a thousand flowers. with the tears of Spring's light showers. 42

Offer the incense of their glad perfume To thee, who makest them With thy kind smile and to bud and bloom, influence divine. Thine arms around young Zephuros entwine. And On With roses garlanded, his white shoulder rests thy lovely head; his 'round thee. Thy deep eyes gaze in his. Radiant with mute, unutterable And, happy bliss, there, Oh, lovely, young, enamored Your rosy lips oft meet in pair, many a long, warm kiss II. Now the young Spring rejoices, and In her new glad. robes of starry blossoms clad; The happy earth That is smiles like an innocent bride. sitteth, blushing, by her husband's side; The bird her nest with earnest patience weaves. And sings, delighted, From their high The busy hidden in the leaves; homes in cavernous old trees, legions of industrious bees Drink nectar at each flower's enamelled brim. Breathing in murmured music their glad hymn; The Nereids come from their deep ocean-caves. Deserting for a time the saddened waves; The Druads from the dusky solitudes, 43

— Of venerable and majestic woods; The Naiads from deep beech-embowered lakes; The Oreads from where hoarse Thunder shakes The iron mountains; And —wandering through cool glades, blushing lawns, when first the darkness fades, Before the crimsoning morn, And ere the young Day's sapphire In glad haste tints are gone, all, Their lovers to en wreathe withal. Gather the fresh-blown flowers, gemmed with the tears of Dawn. III. Come, gentle Queen! we spill to thee no blood; Thine altar stands where the gray, ancient wood, Now green with leaves, and fresh with April rains, In stately circle sweeping round, contains. Embowered A like a hill-environed dell, quiet lawn, whose undulations swell Green as the sea-waves. Whose On birds and bees Thine altar stands, Where We rose with —round whose grassy its of lily Breathe on the all air lip crystal waters sip shrubs and flowering vines. and carnation twines. burn to thee no incense. Than spring, waters, sparkling downward, lightly ring the small pebbles The Near a bubbling more These fresh blooms. exquisite perfumes, that press the overladen wind 44

That seaward No floats from Araby to Ind. priests are here prepared for sacrifice, But fair young girls, With white And by with mischievous, bright eyes, flowers garlanded. their young, delighted lovers led. With frequent kisses. And fond and innocent caresses, To honor thee, the victim and the priest instead. 1845. No. 12. TO HUPNOS. I. Kind Comforter of all the weary Gods, With drooping eyelids, head that ever nods! Thou silent soother, that with all Of empty dreams, dim tenants Vague thy train of the brain. as the wind, dost sleep in thy dark cave. At whose mouth sluggishly white poppies wave. In the light airs that saunter by thy bed, Thine only throne, with darkness tenanted. And curtains black as are the eyes of Night! Thou, who dost Deep sleep, in lone forests, when wanes the reluctant light. where gray Evening hides. Trembling at sight of the sun; and Shadow glides 45

— Through Thou silent tree-tops: or, if, half -a wake, dozest on the margin of some lake. Land-locked, and still as the mute, cloudless sky; While thy quaint Dreams, wayward and wanton, With mischievous pranks, fantastic tricks, mad fly. mirth. About the sluggard. Earth: Oh, come, and hear the hymn that we are chanting, Here, where the shivered starlight through thick leaves slanting! II. Thou lover of the banks of idle streams. Shadowed by broad From moon and When its great old oaks, with gleams scattered stars upon them; — of the ocean. bosom throbs with no emotion. But the round moon hangs out her lamp, to pour A sparkling glory on Thou, that reclinest its level floor! on the moist, warm sands. While winds come dancing from far southern lands, With dreams upon And their backs, drip with odors; or Of cloud, that, like a and wings that reek upon a peak hill of chrysolite. Leans on the western sky, when the bland night Comes late in summer; or beneath the sea. Scarce conscious of the dim monotony Of the great waves, here murmuring like the wings Of swarming dreams, while the huge ocean swings 46 is

His bulk above thy upon (As, chained A heavy head listless, his bed, conquered Titan, with unconscious motion, Even so respiring swings the mute and sleeping ocean.) III. Thou who dost bless sad mourners with thy touch, And make sharp Agony relax his clutch Upon the bleeding fibres of the heart, Pale Disappointment no more And Sorrow dry Her life apart, her tears, and cease to weep away, gaining new cheer in sleep Thou who When, mope dost bless the birds, at evening gray. summer tired of singing all the day. They, longing, watch to see the evening —on the sky's blue slope! Thy herald, Thy flocks of flitting dreams, dear All noise So is most abhorred? cool, so fresh, Come Where God, by where nought the silence Make tired eyes! Ah! thou hast come! are whom to this gloom, Except the murmur of the dreaming Touch our star, stirs. firs! the dusk shades more dense! We feel thine influence. Forget our hjmin, and sink in sleep away; And so, Climbs high Here till new-born in heaven, we'll recline, Day with fire-steeds swiftly leaping. beneath the vine-leaves calmly sleeping. 1830. 47

LATONA. There was a sudden stir, Ages ago, on the ^gean Sea. With a loud cry, as of great agony. The blue deep parted, and the angry roar Of a great earthquake echoed round the shore; The tortured waters, trembling, stood aghast; Delos emerged, and anchored firm and fast Among the Cyclades, lay calm and still. In one brief moment, valley, plain and Were carpeted with Sprung to verdure, and great trees full stature, shaking in the breeze Their limbs and leaves; and Longed hill for the sunshine fruits, and buds, and flowers and the summer showers. Pursued by Here, poor Latona had Till then been wandering, Round the terrified and sad. great earth, and through the weltering seas. Praying for mercy on long-bended knees, But still denied. Above the shaggy Many hills, a weary day. where, groaning, lay 48

Enceladus and Typhon, she had roamed, And over volcanoes where lava foamed; And sometimes Where the in dark forests she had hid, lithe serpent through the long grass Over gray weeds and tiger-trampled Where the grim And slid, flowers; couched in tangled bowers, lion the fierce panther, proud of his dappled skin. woods with Startled the moaning his deep, din. All things were there to terrify the soul: The hedgehog that Gray eagles, across her path did roll, fanged like pards, old vultures bald. Fierce hawks, and restless owls, whose hoot appalled; Red scorpions, lurking And here and there great piles of rotting bones Of the first under mossy stones, men who won renown in wars; Brass heads of arrows, javelins, scimetars, Old crescent shield, Large yellow Too old skulls, and dry for and edgeless battle-axe; with wide and gaping cracks. worms to harbor in, Only the useless spider there did spin His treacherous web. Then would she stop, Her weary head among dead That she might Pulseless, till die, thou, and lay leaves and pray —and fainting thus remain. Zeus! wouldst 49 rise, and rain

Thy Of light life Her upon her Then the eyelids. tide once more through her cold heart would soul grow and once more strong, her fate, and many a With all Glow in her heart; then, With the bright O terrors of fit glide, to cope cheerful hope King Zeus! wouldst thou thy frowning brow, Scare every hateful creature far away. Then would she And through And rise, fairer than rosy Day, the tiger-peopled solitudes, odorous brakes, and panther-guarded woods Journey, until she reached the curving edge Of the blue sea; and there, on some high ledge Of porphyritic rock, sit long, and look Into thine eye, nor fear that from some nook The hideous shapes that haunted her would meet Her startled eyes. One day she On cooled her feet a long, narrow beach. Had marked, The encroaching brine as with an endless serpent-spine, The hard, smooth sand with a long line of shells, Like those the Nereids gather, in deep Of the The such they feet of cross old Nereus, That To sea, for Thetis: this propitiates pile cells around having found him; such they bring slippery Proteus as an offering. When they would have him tell their destiny, And what young God their first love is to be. 50

And there Latona paced along the sands, Dreaming And of journeys into unknown lands, persecutions to be suffered yet: And when some wave, Her rosy Didst feet, first thy less shy than others, wet she tingled as lips press when Thou on her blushing brow. Still she paced on over the firm, cool sand, And the heaped shells, and, once or twice, would stand And let her long, bright, golden tresses float Over the waters. Of the Lo! the threatening note fierce, hissing Dragon Startled, she shivers with And, mad strikes her ear! a horrid fear. with terror and insane despair. Flees to the sea, and seeks destruction But thy great Brother met her as she there. fell Into the waves, and gave her power to dwell Beneath the waters, like a Naiad, born Within the sound of Triton's mellow That stills the waves. shell. Then wandered she forlorn Through many wonders: —coral-raftered caves. Sunk of far below the roar clamorous waves; Sea-flowers like masses of soft golden hair Or misty silk; great shells, and fleshless spine Of old Behemoth; Among flasks of hoarded wine. the timbers of old, shattered ships; Goblets of gold, that had not touched the Of men a thousand years. 51 lips

At length she Despairing, down, to On weep her floor, alone; the sea's Thy mighty life lay, away —and then was it voice, the Deities that awes. Lifted to light under fair Grecian skies That lovely Cycladean Paradise, And placed Latona there, With parted And all lips, when fast asleep. and respiration deep. When, unconscious. She lay beneath a tall, refreshed, she woke. wide-branching oak, Majestic, king-like, —from whose depths peeped out All those shy birds whose instinct And fear mankind. Did earnestly Busy Doves, with is to doubt soft, patient eyes, artistic nests devise, as bees under the sheltering leaves; Thrushes that love to house beneath mossed eaves; Merles, brought from the far Azores, with their clear. Mellow, and fluty note; To —the chaffinch, dear the rude Thuringian, for The mountain-finch, from With its brown eyes, his own Uttering Aught its isles; trills; and neck to hills. of velvet-black; flit back —the small gold-crested wren, hurried hostile mazy Shetland's rugged The sweet canary, yearning To its trill of terror, came anear its when elegant nest. —the skylark, with his breast And pale-brown eggs; Wet with the morning dew, who never 52 sings

Upon High the ground, but whose fine music rings in the heavens; —the golden That mimics the rude From braying flourishes oriole, which roll trumpets, with his flute-like notes; Affectionate redstarts, who, with mellow throats. First hail the dawn; —song-throstles, bold and fond FVom Smyrna and from That sing A ancient Trebizond, in lofty tree-tops, at still noon, musical and melancholy tune; The happy Low, soft, bullfinch, with his and sweet, modest song, —rose-ouzels, and a throng Of mountain linnets from the Orkney And Isles, warbling ortolons, from where the smiles Of the The warm sun ripen the grapes of France; frisking white-throat, with his antic dance, That sings at sultry summer-noon, and chases The small aphides through the tangled mazes Of rose and honeysuckle; —black-caps, nesting In the white thorn; who, while the world At midnight, wake with full, is resting. sweet melodies. Wild, deep and loud, the sleep-enchanted bees; Blue-throated robins, bred near northern seas; And And, pied fly-catchers, nesting in old trees; last of all, the peerless nightingale. Cicadas sang, hid in the velvet grass; Bees all around did their rich store amass, Or clung together on a swinging bough, 53

— In tangled swarms; Hung —above her pale, nests of callow songsters; That she could touch A small, When it, lay, fair brow and so nigh with lively eye, gray lizard; such do notice give serpents glide; and in Even by the all lands they live. good-will of the rudest hind. Close to her feet an antelope reclined. Graceful, large-eyed, white as the stainless fleece Of snow upon the topmost Pyrenees, And cropped From No the young buds of the sheltering trees In the deep, sombre woods the drooping limbs. voice stirred; nor in these sweet solitudes Did aught disturb the birds, except the hymn Sung by the fountain, from whose grassy brim Its liquid light, in thin, clear, sparkling jets. Rained ever on the thirsty The hum of leaves that violets; whispered overhead, The brook that sang along its pebbly bed, The water-fall deep in the forest hid. And the slight murmur up the of the waves, that slid firm, unyielding sand, As softly As gentle children, clasping hand and hand. In the sick chamber of a mother grieve. And glide on tiptoe. Here, O Zeus, one eve. When thou didst shine high in the darkling west, And bathe Night's glossy hair and ebon breast, 64

And gentle eyes with brightness, —while the Earth Sent up soft mists to thee, thy maid gave birth To bright Apollo, and his sister The ivory-footed Huntress; Tall-statured, beautiful, as On fair, —such a pair, now they sit golden thrones, where, on Olympus met. The austere Senate of the immortal Obeys and trembles And when in the East, far-off, Shot through her Latona heard. the well-remembered hiss Of the great dragon. And the Thunderer nods. the radiant wings of morning stirred The darkness Faint and if Gods Bitter agonies soul, and she had swiftly fled, tried again old Ocean's friendly bed. Had not Apollo, young, sun-bright Apollo, Restrained her from the dark and perilous hollow. And asked what meant the noise. "It is," she said, "The monster Python, a great dragon, bred After the Deluge, in the stagnant And mud. thirsting for thy mother's innocent blood. Sent by great Here, Heaven's vindictive Queen, To slay us all." Upon Lay ready And heavy the to the hand a nervous bow dewy green arrows, eagle-winged, which thou, Oh, Zeus! hadst placed within Apollo's reach. 55

— These grasping, the young God stood Of ch-cHng trees, in the breach with eye that fiercely glanced, Nostril expanded, lip pressed, foot advanced. And arrow at the string; when, lo! the coil Of the great dragon came, with sinuous And vast gyrations, crushing down the branches. With noise as Huge bones; and then Apollo drew the when a hungry toil. tiger cranches bow Full at the eye, nor ended with one blow; Dart after dart sped from the twanging string, All at the eye: until, a lifeless thing. The dragon lay. Thus the young Sun-God slew The scaly monster; and then dragged and threw, (So strong he was), the carcass in the sea. Where the great sharks feasted voraciously, Lashing the water into bloody foam In their fierce fights. Latona thence could roam. With her brave children and defenders In earth, air, sea, or heaven, free of fear; Here forgave, and Zeus the twins did To guide near, set, the sun and moon, as they do yet. 1830. 56

TO THE PLANET JUPITER. Thou art a radiant and imperial beams Planet! whose silver crest Upon star, bright, afar the edge of yonder eastern hill, That, nightlike, seems a third of heaven to Thou art most worthy of a poet's song, One like And yet thou smilest as Weak as Among The a king above the I am, my lyre if in the 7 might sing. thrill now thou I curled. hast arisen. glisten: ancients held to be a king the Gods. Of inspiration, the world. upon the sky has East thy burning eye doth Thou whom the Among throng; unused to ring Flushing the clouds; and And common the thousand harps that sun's last breath fill. As though thou wast a spring would soar and drink While yet thou lingerest on the mountain's brink.- Who bade men say that thou, oh Wast To sit to the moon a servitor, and watch her eye silver Peer! anear for messages Like to the other silver-winged bees. That swarm around her, when she sits Out on the moon! She bringeth storm 57 her throne? alone,

—— At new and full, and every other time; She turns men's brains, making them madly rhyme, And rave, And shall she and sigh away be of their weary young adorers And thou have none? —Nay, one life; rife. will sing to thee In rudest strains, bending the humble knee. Lo! on the edge of the great Western Plain, The Star of Love doth lingering remain. She of the ocean-foam, watching thy look. As one that gazes on an antique book. Earnestly reading, in the deep, dead night. Filching from And now Time Ah! sweet delay! his hours. she sinks, pursuing the swift day. Content with thy one glance of answering love: Where Venus Now as thou worships, can swimmest higher Marking the water with a On wave and Thy line of light, upon the With a sweet magic and still growth Falls when thy through the Tinging it heart. resistless art. of a The mother, watching by her Blesses thee, into sight, ripple quietly aslant, influences steal Like the heedless prove? I young vigorous sleeping child. light, serene lattice plant. and mild. on her babe's pale with a sweet benignant grace. Like the white shadow of an angel's wing. 58 face.

The man sick And wasted day, a lightless flower away, like Blesses thee, too, oh Upon many a that has lain for JOVE! when thou dost shine his face with influence divine, Soothing his thin, blue eyelids to calm sleep. The In its vexed nurse's arms, and then Its eyes, And murmuring child its peevish it keep thou dost glad till sleeps. will The thin and sad patient student, closes his worn books A space or so, to gain from thy kind looks Refreshment: Prisoners in dungeons pent Climb to the grates, and there with head upbent Gaze long at thee; the timid deer awake, And by thy ramble through light fell and brake, Whistling their joy to thee, the speckled trout From under Turns And his dark rock comes shooting out, his quick eye to thee, loves thy soft sleeps within it; the gray water-plant Looks up to thee beseechingly, And thou dost feed Even the tortoise crawls it aslant. there beneath the wave. his damp dewy grass, from And feeds wherever, on the Thy light has lingered: nay, To light. cave. thy mild rays pass water-depths, and the small coral-fly Works cheerfully when Thou touchest not Even the sturdy flattered by thine eye. the rudest heart in vain; sailor and hard swain 59

Are grateful when, after a storm, thine eye Opens amid torn The and calms the sky. clouds, lover praises thee, to thy sweet light Likens his love, so tender and more bright. And Her radiant mock mistress thou dost kindly tells his Thou eyes. dost the heart unlock. With care and woe long dark and comfortless. So that the wretched thy sweet soothing And cease to long for quiet in the grave. The lunatic, that to the bless, Sleeps in thy light, and The miser pauses When far silver sleeps, arrows pierce the all as death, By was —ah ! bring delight; before one disappointment. But not with I toiled care; Then come and me back go. again blessed me, when hope was veiled my cheek was paled, —for late at night and long and moiled to gain myself among Old tomes some knowledge; as indeed I air, and the mountains crowned with snow. The bold and happy heart that Life thy glances, the dark woods, where the great Sea, whose pulses still flash loveliness entrances. below thee, The wind Are again himself; through the steel-barred windows Ah! while thy And is rave. as he counts his pelf. And even him thy And, moon doth I did. studied much, and things the wise had hid In their quaint books I learned; 60 and then I thought

Myself a poet, and I fondly wrought My boyish feelings into verse, and rained The loose leaves Some on the wind, and so and a praise, slight gained name. And then Ah, me! how I like reality it dreamed, I seemed! Of loving and being loved, of eyes that shone, Bright as the Southern Cross, for But I awoke, the vision And round me With On frost and the sharp Me back to Indeed a sleet, since flints: my poor feet —Ah, Jove! couldst thou but lead for a time, it were didst thus their destiny control, may None feel for Than I. sink. thy Thou my in JOVE, Oh, fair star soul I am full sure. a love more pure, hast been, everywhere, to of inspiration. Sleepless, could I In East or West. not I first me should be behold thine orb. Then doth my heart absorb, Like other withering flowers, thy light and For that neglect which cutteth Thou bled gift. light A source away, when worship thee, hoping that Thy alone; closed a long, cold winter day. boyhood THOU, who I fled me chill'st like life. a knife, not with; unless the azure lake 61

Of heaven Of me, as is Planet! thou wouldst clouded. make of thine ancient worshippers, A poet; but, alas! whatever My tongue and pen, stirs both are but faint and weak. Apollo hath not, in some gracious freak, Inspired me Or touched with the spirit of his my soul with his ethereal So that whatever humble song To thee is but a meagre All I can give My all. I small. fire. I sing. offering. Thou wilt not scorn give no golden sheaves of corn; burn to thee no rich and odorous gums; I offer I I is lyre, up to thee no hecatombs; build no altars: Such as it is, 'tis receive a heart alone; it! 'tis thine own. 1833. 62

LINES WRITTEN ON THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS. The deep transparent sky many thousand Of Unnumbered glittering lights, stars that calmly rule The dark dominions The mild, sad Out And of the all is full of the

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