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TodriftwitheverypassiontillmysoulIsastringedluteonwhichcanwindscanplay，IsitforthisthatIhavegivenawayMineancientwisdomandausterecontrol？ Methinksmylifeisatwice-writtenscrollScrawledoveronsomeboyishholidayWithidlesongsforpipeandvirelay，Whichdobutmarthesecretofthewhole。 SurelytherewasatimeImighthavetrodThesunlitheights，andfromlife\'sdissonanceStruckoneclearchordtoreachtheearsofGod: Isthattimedead？lo!withalittlerodIdidbuttouchthehoneyofromance- AndmustIloseasoul\'sinheritance？ Poem:SonnetToLibertyNotthatIlovethychildren，whosedulleyesSeenothingsavetheirownunlovelywoe，Whosemindsknownothing，nothingcaretoknow，- ButthattheroarofthyDemocracies，ThyreignsofTerror，thygreatAnarchies，MirrormywildestpassionsliketheseaAndgivemyrageabrother-!Liberty! ForthissakeonlydothydissonantcriesDelightmydiscreetsoul，elsemightallkingsBybloodyknoutortreacherouscannonadesRobnationsoftheirrightsinviolateAndIremainunmoved-andyet，andyet，TheseChriststhatdieuponthebarricades，GodknowsitIamwiththem，insomethings。 Poem:AveImperatrixSetinthisstormyNorthernsea，Queenoftheserestlessfieldsoftide，England!whatshallmensayofthee，Beforewhosefeettheworldsdivide？ Theearth，abrittleglobeofglass，Liesinthehollowofthyhand，Andthroughitsheartofcrystalpass，Likeshadowsthroughatwilightland，Thespearsofcrimson-suitedwar，Thelongwhite-crestedwavesoffight，AndallthedeadlyfireswhichareThetorchesofthelordsofNight。 Theyellowleopards，strainedandlean，ThetreacherousRussianknowssowell，WithgapingblackenedjawsareseenLeapthroughthehailofscreamingshell。 Thestrongsea-lionofEngland\'swarsHathlefthissapphirecaveofsea，TobattlewiththestormthatmarsThestarsofEngland\'schivalry。 Thebrazen-throatedclarionblowsAcrossthePathan\'sreedyfen，AndthehighsteepsofIndiansnowsShaketothetreadofarmedmen。 AndmanyanAfghanchief，wholiesBeneathhiscoolpomegranate-trees，ClutcheshisswordinfiercesurmiseWhenonthemountain-sideheseesThefleet-footMarriscout，whocomesTotellhowhehathheardafarThemeasuredrollofEnglishdrumsBeatatthegatesofKandahar。 ForsouthernwindandeastwindmeetWhere，girtandcrownedbyswordandfire，EnglandwithbareandbloodyfeetClimbsthesteeproadofwideempire。 OlonelyHimalayanheight，GreypillaroftheIndiansky，Wheresaw\'stthoulastinclangingflightOurwingeddogsofVictory？ Thealmond-grovesofSamarcand，Bokhara，whereredliliesblow，AndOxus，bywhoseyellowsandThegravewhite-turbanedmerchantsgo: AndonfromthencetoIspahan，Thegildedgardenofthesun，WhencethelongdustycaravanBringscedarwoodandvermilion； AndthatdreadcityofCaboolSetatthemountain\'sscarpedfeet，WhosemarbletanksareeverfullWithwaterforthenoondayheat: WherethroughthenarrowstraightBazaarAlittlemaidCircassianIsled，apresentfromtheCzarUntosomeoldandbeardedkhan，- Herehaveourwildwar-eaglesflown，Andflappedwidewingsinfieryfight； Butthesaddove，thatsitsaloneInEngland-shehathnodelight。 InvainthelaughinggirlwillleanTogreetherlovewithlove-liteyes: Downinsometreacherousblackravine，Clutchinghisflag，thedeadboylies。 AndmanyamoonandsunwillseeThelingeringwistfulchildrenwaitToclimbupontheirfather\'sknee； AndineachhousemadedesolatePalewomenwhohavelosttheirlordWillkisstherelicsoftheslain- Sometarnishedepaulette-somesword- Poortoystosoothesuchanguishedpain。 FornotinquietEnglishfieldsArethese，ourbrothers，laintorest，WherewemightdecktheirbrokenshieldsWithalltheflowersthedeadlovebest。 ForsomearebytheDelhiwalls，AndmanyintheAfghanland，AndmanywheretheGangesfallsThroughsevenmouthsofshiftingsand。 AndsomeinRussianwaterslie，AndothersintheseaswhichareTheportalstotheEast，orbyThewind-sweptheightsofTrafalgar。 Owanderinggraves!Orestlesssleep! Osilenceofthesunlessday! Ostillravine!Ostormydeep! Giveupyourprey!Giveupyourprey! Andthouwhosewoundsareneverhealed，Whosewearyraceisneverwon，OCromwell\'sEngland!mustthouyieldForeveryinchofgroundason？ Go!crownwiththornsthygold-crownedhead，Changethygladsongtosongofpain； Windandwildwavehavegotthydead，Andwillnotyieldthembackagain。 WaveandwildwindandforeignshorePossesstheflowerofEnglishland- Lipsthatthylipsshallkissnomore，Handsthatshallneverclaspthyhand。 WhatprofitnowthatwehaveboundThewholeroundworldwithnetsofgold，IfhiddeninourheartisfoundThecarethatgrowethneverold？ Whatprofitthatourgalleysride，Pine-forest-like，oneverymain？ Ruinandwreckareatourside，GrimwardersoftheHouseofPain。 Wherearethebrave，thestrong，thefleet？ WhereisourEnglishchivalry？ Wildgrassesaretheirburial-sheet，Andsobbingwavestheirthrenody。 Olovedoneslyingfaraway，Whatwordoflovecandeadlipssend! Owasteddust!Osenselessclay! Isthistheend!isthistheend! Peace，peace!wewrongthenobledeadTovextheirsolemnslumberso； Thoughchildless，andwiththorn-crownedhead，UpthesteeproadmustEnglandgo，Yetwhenthisfierywebisspun，HerwatchmenshalldescryfromfarTheyoungRepubliclikeasunRisefromthesecrimsonseasofwar。 Poem:ToMiltonMilton!IthinkthyspirithathpassedawayFromthesewhitecliffsandhigh-embattledtowers； Thisgorgeousfiery-colouredworldofoursSeemsfallenintoashesdullandgrey，AndtheagechangeduntoamimicplayWhereinwewasteourelsetoo-crowdedhours: ForallourpompandpageantryandpowersWearebutfittodelvethecommonclay，Seeingthislittleisleonwhichwestand，ThisEngland，thissea-lionofthesea，Byignorantdemagoguesisheldinfee，Wholovehernot:DearGod!isthisthelandWhichbareatripleempireinherhandWhenCromwellspakethewordDemocracy! Poem:LouisNapoleonEagleofAusterlitz!wherewerethywingsWhenfarawayuponabarbarousstrand，Infightunequal，byanobscurehand，FellthelastscionofthybroodofKings! Poorboy!thoushaltnotflauntthycloakofred，OrrideinstatethroughParisinthevanOfthyreturninglegions，butinsteadThymotherFrance，freeandrepublican，ShallonthydeadandcrownlessforeheadplaceThebetterlaurelsofasoldier\'scrown，ThatnotdishonouredshouldthysoulgodownTotellthemightySireofthyraceThatFrancehathkissedthemouthofLiberty，Andfounditsweeterthanhishoniedbees，AndthatthegiantwaveDemocracyBreaksontheshoreswhereKingslaycouchedatease。 Poem:OnTheMassacreOfTheChristiansInBulgariaChrist，dostThouliveindeed？orareThybonesStillstraitenedintheirrock-hewnsepulchre？ AndwasThyRisingonlydreamedbyherWhoseloveofTheeforallhersinatones？ Forheretheairishorridwithmen\'sgroans，ThepriestswhocalluponThynameareslain，DostThounothearthebitterwailofpainFromthosewhosechildrenlieuponthestones？ Comedown，OSonofGod!incestuousgloomCurtainstheland，andthroughthestarlessnightOverThyCrossaCrescentmoonIsee! IfThouinverytruthdidstburstthetombComedown，OSonofMan!andshowThymightLestMahometbecrownedinsteadofThee! Poem:QuantumMutataTherewasatimeinEuropelongagoWhennomandiedforfreedomanywhere，ButEngland\'slionleapingfromitslairLaidhandsontheoppressor!itwassoWhileEnglandcouldagreatRepublicshow。 WitnessthemenofPiedmont，chiefestcareOfCromwell，whenwithimpotentdespairThePontiffinhispaintedporticoTrembledbeforeoursternambassadors。 HowcomesitthenthatfromsuchhighestateWehavethusfallen，savethatLuxuryWithbarrenmerchandisepilesupthegateWherenoblethoughtsanddeedsshouldenterby: ElsemightwestillbeMilton\'sheritors。 Poem:LibertatisSacraFamesAlbeitnurturedindemocracy，AndlikingbestthatstaterepublicanWhereeverymanisKinglikeandnomanIscrownedabovehisfellows，yetIsee，SpiteofthismodernfretforLiberty，BettertheruleofOne，whomallobey，ThantoletclamorousdemagoguesbetrayOurfreedomwiththekissofanarchy。 WhereforeIlovethemnotwhosehandsprofanePlanttheredflaguponthepiled-upstreetFornorightcause，beneathwhoseignorantreignArts，Culture，Reverence，Honour，allthingsfade，SaveTreasonandthedaggerofhertrade，OrMurderwithhissilentbloodyfeet。 Poem:TheoretikosThismightyempirehathbutfeetofclay: OfallitsancientchivalryandmightOurlittleislandisforsakenquite: Someenemyhathstolenitscrownofbay，AndfromitshillsthatvoicehathpassedawayWhichspakeofFreedom:Ocomeoutofit，Comeoutofit，mySoul，thouartnotfitForthisviletraffic-house，wheredaybydayWisdomandreverencearesoldatmart，AndtherudepeopleragewithignorantcriesAgainstanheritageofcenturies。 Itmarsmycalm:whereforeindreamsofArtAndloftiestcultureIwouldstandapart，NeitherforGod，norforhisenemies。 Poem:TheGardenOfErosItisfullsummernow，theheartofJune； NotyetthesunburntreapersareastirUpontheuplandmeadowwheretoosoonRichautumntime，theseason\'susurer，Willlendhishoardedgoldtoallthetrees，Andseehistreasurescatteredbythewildandspendthriftbreeze。 Toosoonindeed!yetherethedaffodil，Thatlove-childoftheSpring，haslingeredonTovextherosewithjealousy，andstillTheharebellspreadsherazurepavilion，AndlikeastrayedandwanderingrevellerAbandonedofitsbrothers，whomlongsinceJune\'smessengerThemissel-thrushhasfrightedfromtheglade，OnepalenarcissusloitersfearfullyClosetoashadowynook，wherehalfafraidOftheirownlovelinesssomevioletslieThatwillnotlookthegoldsuninthefaceForfearoftoomuchsplendour，-ah!methinksitisaplaceWhichshouldbetroddenbyPersephoneWhenweariedoftheflowerlessfieldsofDis! OrdancedonbytheladsofArcady! ThehiddensecretofeternalblissKnowntotheGrecianhereamanmightfind，Ah!youandImayfinditnowifLoveandSleepbekind。 TherearetheflowerswhichmourningHeraklesStrewedonthetombofHylas，columbine，Itswhitedovesalla-flutterwherethebreezeKissedthemtooharshly，thesmallcelandine，Thatyellow-kirtledchoristerofeve，Andlilaclady\'s-smock，-butletthembloomalone，andleaveYonspiredhollyhockred-crocketedToswayitssilentchimes，elsemustthebee，Itslittlebellringer，goseekinsteadSomeotherpleasaunce；theanemoneThatweepsatdaybreak，likeasillygirlBeforeherlove，andhardlyletsthebutterfliesunfurlTheirpaintedwingsbesideit，-biditpineInpalevirginity；thewintersnowWillsuititbetterthanthoselipsofthineWhosefireswouldbutscorchit，rathergoAndpluckthatamorousflowerwhichbloomsalone，Fedbythepanderwindwithdustofkissesnotitsown。 Thetrumpet-mouthsofredconvolvulusSodeartomaidens，creamymeadow-sweetWhiterthanJuno\'sthroatandodorousAsallArabia，hyacinthsthefeetOfHuntressDianwouldbelothtomarForanydappledfawn，-pluckthese，andthosefondflowerswhichareFairerthanwhatQueenVenustroduponBeneaththepinesofIda，eucharis，Thatmorningstarwhichdoesnotdreadthesun，AndbuddingmarjoramwhichbuttokissWouldsweetenCytheraea\'slipsandmakeAdonisjealous，-theseforthyhead，-andforthygirdletakeYoncurvingsprayofpurpleclematisWhosegorgeousdyeoutflamestheTyrianKing，Andfoxgloveswiththeirnoddingchalices，ButthatonenarcisswhichthestartledSpringLetfromherkirtlefallwhenfirstsheheardInherownwoodsthewildtempestuoussongofsummer\'sbird，Ah!leaveitforasubtlememoryOfthosesweettremulousdaysofrainandsun，WhenAprillaughedbetweenhertearstoseeTheearlyprimrosewithshyfootstepsrunFromthegnarledoak-treerootstillallthewold，Spiteofitsbrownandtrampledleaves，grewbrightwithshimmeringgold。 Nay，pluckittoo，itisnothalfsosweetAsthouthyself，mysoul\'sidolatry! Andwhenthouarta-weariedatthyfeetShalloxlipsweavetheirbrightesttapestry，FortheethewoodbineshallforgetitsprideAndveilitstangledwhorls，andthoushaltwalkondaisiespied。 AndIwillcutareedbyyonderspringAndmakethewood-godsjealous，andoldPanWonderwhatyoungintruderdarestosingInthesestillhaunts，whereneverfootofmanShouldtreadatevening，lesthechancetospyThemarblelimbsofArtemisandallhercompany。 AndIwilltelltheewhythejacinthwearsSuchdreadembroideryofdolorousmoan，AndwhythehaplessnightingaleforbearsTosinghersongatnoon，butweepsaloneWhenthefleetswallowsleeps，andrichmenfeast，Andwhythelaureltrembleswhensheseesthelighteningeast。 AndIwillsinghowsadProserpinaUntoagraveandgloomyLordwaswed，Andlurethesilver-breastedHelenaBackfromthelotusmeadowsofthedead，SoshaltthouseethatawfullovelinessForwhichtwomightyHostsmetfearfullyinwar\'sabyss! AndthenI\'llpipetotheethatGreciantaleHowCynthialovestheladEndymion，AndhiddeninagreyandmistyveilHiestothecliffsofLatmosoncetheSunLeapsfromhisoceanbedinfruitlesschaseOfthosepaleflyingfeetwhichfadeawayinhisembrace。 Andifmyflutecanbreathesweetmelody，WemaybeholdHerfacewholongagoDweltamongmenbytheAEgeansea，AndwhosesadhousewithpillagedporticoAndfriezelesswallandcolumnstoppleddownLoomso\'ertheruinsofthatfairandvioletcincturedtown。 SpiritofBeauty!tarrystillawhile，Theyarenotdead，thineancientvotaries； SomefewtherearetowhomthyradiantsmileIsbetterthanathousandvictories，ThoughallthenoblyslainofWaterlooRiseupinwrathagainstthem!tarrystill，thereareafewWhoforthysakewouldgivetheirmanlihoodAndconsecratetheirbeing；IatleastHavedoneso，madethylipsmydailyfood，AndinthytemplesfoundagoodlierfeastThanthisstarvedagecangiveme，spiteofallItsnew-foundcreedssoscepticalandsodogmatical。 HerenotCephissos，notIlissosflows，ThewoodsofwhiteColonosarenothere，Onourbleakhillstheoliveneverblows，NosimplepriestconductshislowingsteerUpthesteepmarbleway，northroughthetownDolaughingmaidensbeartotheethecrocus-floweredgown。 Yettarry!fortheboywholovedtheebest，WhoseverynameshouldbeamemoryTomaketheelinger，sleepsinsilentrestBeneaththeRomanwalls，andmelodyStillmournshersweetestlyre；nonecanplayTheluteofAdonais:withhislipsSongpassedaway。 Nay，whenKeatsdiedtheMusesstillhadleftOnesilvervoicetosinghisthrenody，Butah!toosoonofitwewerebereftWhenonthatrivennightandstormyseaPantheaclaimedhersingerasherown，Andslewthemouththatpraisedher；sincewhichtimewewalkalone，Saveforthatfieryheart，thatmorningstarOfre-arisenEngland，whosecleareyeSawfromourtotteringthroneandwasteofwarThegrandGreeklimbsofyoungDemocracyRisemightilylikeHesperusandbringThegreatRepublic!himatleastthylovehathtaughttosing，AndhehathbeenwiththeeatThessaly，AndseenwhiteAtalantafleetoffootInpassionlessandfiercevirginityHuntingthetuskedboar，hishoniedluteHathpiercedthecavernofthehollowhill，AndVenuslaughstoknowonekneewillbowbeforeherstill。 AndhehathkissedthelipsofProserpine，AndsungtheGalilaean\'srequiem，ThatwoundedforeheaddashedwithbloodandwineHehathdiscrowned，theAncientGodsinhimHavefoundtheirlast，mostardentworshipper，AndthenewSigngrowsgreyanddimbeforeitsconqueror。 SpiritofBeauty!tarrywithusstill，Itisnotquenchedthetorchofpoesy，ThestarthatshookabovetheEasternhillHoldsunassaileditsargentarmouryFromallthegatheringgloomandfretfulfight- Otarrywithusstill!forthroughthelongandcommonnight，Morris，oursweetandsimpleChaucer\'schild，DearheritorofSpenser\'stunefulreed，WithsoftandsylvanpipehasoftbeguiledThewearysoulofmanintroublousneed，AndfromthefarandflowerlessfieldsoficeHasbroughtfairflowerstomakeanearthlyparadise。 Weknowthemall，Gudrunthestrongmen\'sbride，AslaugandOlafsonweknowthemall，HowgiantGrettirfoughtandSigurddied，AndwhatenchantmentheldthekinginthrallWhenlonelyBrynhildwrestledwiththepowersThatwaragainstallpassion，ah!howoftthroughsummerhours，LonglistlesssummerhourswhenthenoonBeingenamouredofadamaskroseForgetstojourneywestward，tillthemoonThepaleusurperofitstributegrowsFromathinsickletoasilvershieldAndchidesitsloiteringcar-howoft，insomecoolgrassyfieldFarfromthecricket-groundandnoisyeight，AtBagley，wheretherustlingbluebellscomeAlmostbeforetheblackbirdfindsamateAndoverstaytheswallow，andthehumOfmanymurmuringbeesflitsthroughtheleaves，HaveIlainporingonthedreamytaleshisfancyweaves，AndthroughtheirunrealwoesandmimicpainWeptformyself，andsowaspurified，Andintheirsimplemirthgrewgladagain； ForasIsaileduponthatpicturedtideThestrengthandsplendourofthestormwasmineWithoutthestorm\'sredruin，forthesingerisdivine； ThelittlelaughofwaterfallingdownIsnotsomusical，theclammygoldClosehoardedinthetinywaxentownHaslessofsweetnessinit，andtheoldHalf-witheredreedsthatwavedinArcadyTouchedbyhislipsbreakforthagaintofresherharmony。 SpiritofBeauty，tarryyetawhile! AlthoughthecheatingmerchantsofthemartWithironroadsprofaneourlovelyisle，AndbreakonwhirlingwheelsthelimbsofArt，Ay!thoughthecrowdedfactoriesbegetTheblindwormIgnorancethatslaysthesoul，Otarryyet! ForOneatleastthereis，-HebearshisnameFromDanteandtheseraphGabriel，- WhosedoublelaurelsburnwithdeathlessflameTolightthinealtar；Hetoolovestheewell，WhosawoldMerlinluredinVivien\'ssnare，Andthewhitefeetofangelscomingdownthegoldenstair，Lovestheesowell，thatalltheWorldforhimAgorgeous-colouredvestituremustwear，AndSorrowtakeapurplediadem，OrelsebenomoreSorrow，andDespairGilditsownthorns，andPain，likeAdon，beEveninanguishbeautiful；-suchistheemperyWhichPaintershold，andsuchtheheritageThisgentlesolemnSpiritdothpossess，BeingabettermirrorofhisageInallhispity，love，andweariness，Thanthosewhocanbutcopycommonthings，AndleavetheSoulunpaintedwithitsmightyquestionings。 Buttheyarefew，andallromancehasflown，Andmencanprophesyaboutthesun，Andlectureonhisarrows-how，alone，Throughawastevoidthesoullessatomsrun，Howfromeachtreeitsweepingnymphhasfled，Andthatnomore\'midEnglishreedsaNaiadshowsherhead。 MethinksthesenewActaeonsboasttoosoonThattheyhavespiedonbeauty；whatifweHaveanalysedtherainbow，robbedthemoonOfhermostancient，chastestmystery，ShallI，thelastEndymion，loseallhopeBecauserudeeyespeeratmymistressthroughatelescope! WhatprofitifthisscientificageBurstthroughourgateswithallitsretinueOfmodernmiracles!CanitassuageOnelover\'sbreakingheart？whatcanitdoTomakeonelifemorebeautiful，onedayMoregodlikeinitsperiod？butnowtheAgeofClayReturnsinhorridcycle，andtheearthHathborneagainanoisyprogenyOfignorantTitans，whoseungodlybirthHurlsthemagainsttheaugusthierarchyWhichsatuponOlympus；totheDustTheyhaveappealed，andtothatbarrenarbitertheymustRepairforjudgment；letthem，iftheycan，FromNaturalWarfareandinsensateChance，CreatethenewIdealruleforman! Methinksthatwasnotmyinheritance； ForIwasnurturedotherwise，mysoulPassesfromhigherheightsoflifetoamoresupremegoal。 Lo!whilewespaketheearthdidturnawayHervisagefromtheGod，andHecate\'sboatRosesilver-laden，tillthejealousdayBlewallitstorchesout:IdidnotnoteThewaninghours，toyoungEndymionsTime\'spalsiedfingerscountinvainhisrosaryofsuns! MarkhowtheyellowiriswearilyLeansbackitsthroat，asthoughitwouldbekissedByitsfalsechamberer，thedragon-fly，Who，likeablueveinonagirl\'swhitewrist，Sleepsonthatsnowyprimroseofthenight，Which\'ginstoflushwithcrimsonshame，anddiebeneaththelight。 Comeletusgo，againstthepallidshieldOfthewanskythealmondblossomsgleam，ThecorncrakenestedintheunmownfieldAnswersitsmate，acrossthemistystreamOnfitfulwingthestartledcurlewsfly，Andinhissedgybedthelark，forjoythatDayisnigh，Scattersthepearleddewfromoffthegrass，Intremulousecstasytogreetthesun，WhosooningildedpanoplywillpassForthfromyonorange-curtainedpavilionHungintheburningeast:see，theredrimO\'ertopstheexpectanthills!itistheGod!forloveofhimAlreadytheshrilllarkisoutofsight，Floodingwithwavesofsongthissilentdell，- Ah!thereissomethingmoreinthatbird\'sflightThancouldbetestedinacrucible!- Buttheairfreshens，letusgo，whysoonThewoodmenwillbehere；howwehavelivedthisnightofJune! Poem:RequiescatTreadlightly，sheisnearUnderthesnow，Speakgently，shecanhearThedaisiesgrow。 AllherbrightgoldenhairTarnishedwithrust，ShethatwasyoungandfairFallentodust。 Lily-like，whiteassnow，ShehardlyknewShewasawoman，soSweetlyshegrew。 Coffin-board，heavystone，Lieonherbreast，Ivexmyheartalone，Sheisatrest。 Peace，Peace，shecannothearLyreorsonnet，Allmylife\'sburiedhere，Heapearthuponit。 AVIGNON Poem:SonnetOnApproachingItalyIreachedtheAlps:thesoulwithinmeburned，Italia，myItalia，atthyname: Andwhenfromoutthemountain\'sheartIcameAndsawthelandforwhichmylifehadyearned，Ilaughedasonewhosomegreatprizehadearned: AndmusingonthemarvelofthyfameIwatchedtheday，tillmarkedwithwoundsofflameTheturquoiseskytoburnishedgoldwasturned。 Thepine-treeswavedaswavesawoman\'shair，AndintheorchardseverytwiningsprayWasbreakingintoflakesofblossomingfoam: ButwhenIknewthatfarawayatRomeInevilbondsasecondPeterlay，Iwepttoseethelandsoveryfair。 TURIN。 Poem:SanMiniatoSee，IhaveclimbedthemountainsideUptothisholyhouseofGod，WhereoncethatAngel-PaintertrodWhosawtheheavensopenedwide，AndthroneduponthecrescentmoonTheVirginalwhiteQueenofGrace，- Mary!couldIbutseethyfaceDeathcouldnotcomeatalltoosoon。 OcrownedbyGodwiththornsandpain! MotherofChrist!Omysticwife! MyheartiswearyofthislifeAndover-sadtosingagain。 OcrownedbyGodwithloveandflame! OcrownedbyChristtheHolyOne! OlistenerethesearchingsunShowtotheworldmysinandshame。 Poem:AveMariaGratiaPlenaWasthisHiscoming!IhadhopedtoseeAsceneofwondrousglory，aswastoldOfsomegreatGodwhoinarainofgoldBrokeopenbarsandfellonDanae: OradreadvisionaswhenSemeleSickeningforloveandunappeaseddesirePrayedtoseeGod\'sclearbody，andthefireCaughtherbrownlimbsandslewherutterly: WithsuchgladdreamsIsoughtthisholyplace，AndnowwithwonderingeyesandheartIstandBeforethissuprememysteryofLove: Somekneelinggirlwithpassionlesspaleface，Anangelwithalilyinhishand，AndoverboththewhitewingsofaDove。 FLORENCE。 Poem:ItaliaItalia!thouartfallen，thoughwithsheenOfbattle-spearsthyclamorousarmiesstrideFromthenorthAlpstotheSiciliantide! Ay!fallen，thoughthenationshailtheeQueenBecauserichgoldineverytownisseen，Andonthysapphire-lakeintossingprideOfwind-filledvansthymyriadgalleysrideBeneathoneflagofredandwhiteandgreen。 OFairandStrong!OStrongandFairinvain! LooksouthwardwhereRome\'sdesecratedtownLiesmourningforherGod-anointedKing! Lookheaven-ward!shallGodallowthisthing？ Nay!butsomeflame-girtRaphaelshallcomedown，AndsmitetheSpoilerwiththeswordofpain。 VENICE。 Poem:HolyWeekAtGenoaIwanderedthroughScoglietto\'sfarretreat，Theorangesoneacho\'erhangingsprayBurnedasbrightlampsofgoldtoshametheday； SomestartledbirdwithflutteringwingsandfleetMadesnowofalltheblossoms；atmyfeetLikesilvermoonsthepalenarcissilay: AndthecurvedwavesthatstreakedthegreatgreenbayLaughedi\'thesun，andlifeseemedverysweet。 Outsidetheyoungboy-priestpassedsingingclear，\'JesusthesonofMaryhasbeenslain，OcomeandfillHissepulchrewithflowers。\' Ah，God!Ah，God!thosedearHellenichoursHaddrownedallmemoryofThybitterpain，TheCross，theCrown，theSoldiersandtheSpear。 Poem:RomeUnvisitedI。 Thecornhasturnedfromgreytored，SincefirstmyspiritwanderedforthFromthedrearcitiesofthenorth，AndtoItalia\'smountainsfled。 AndhereIsetmyfacetowardshome，Forallmypilgrimageisdone，Although，methinks，yonblood-redsunMarshalsthewaytoHolyRome。 OBlessedLady，whodostholdUponthesevenhillsthyreign! OMotherwithoutblotorstain，Crownedwithbrightcrownsoftriplegold! ORoma，Roma，atthyfeetIlaythisbarrengiftofsong! For，ah!thewayissteepandlongThatleadsuntothysacredstreet。 II。 AndyetwhatjoyitwereformeToturnmyfeetuntothesouth，AndjourneyingtowardstheTibermouthTokneelagainatFiesole! AndwanderingthroughthetangledpinesThatbreakthegoldofArno\'sstream，ToseethepurplemistandgleamOfmorningontheApenninesBymanyavineyard-hiddenhome，Orchardandolive-gardengrey，TillfromthedrearCampagna\'swayThesevenhillsbearupthedome! III。 Apilgrimfromthenorthernseas- WhatjoyformetoseekaloneThewondroustempleandthethroneOfhimwhoholdstheawfulkeys! When，brightwithpurpleandwithgoldComepriestandholycardinal，AndborneabovetheheadsofallThegentleShepherdoftheFold。 OjoytoseebeforeIdieTheonlyGod-anointedking，AndhearthesilvertrumpetsringAtriumphashepassesby! Oratthebrazen-pillaredshrineHoldshighthemysticsacrifice，AndshowshisGodtohumaneyesBeneaththeveilofbreadandwine。 IV。 Forlo，whatchangestimecanbring! ThecyclesofrevolvingyearsMayfreemyheartfromallitsfears，Andteachmylipsasongtosing。 BeforeyonfieldoftremblinggoldIsgarneredintodustysheaves，Oreretheautumn\'sscarletleavesFlutterasbirdsadownthewold，Imayhaverunthegloriousrace，Andcaughtthetorchwhileyetaflame，AndcalledupontheholynameOfHimwhonowdothhideHisface。 ARONA。 Poem:UrbsSacraAeternaRome!whatascrollofHistorythinehasbeen； InthefirstdaysthyswordrepublicanRuledthewholeworldformanyanage\'sspan: ThenofthepeopleswertthouroyalQueen，TillinthystreetsthebeardedGothwasseen； Andnowuponthywallsthebreezesfan(Ah，citycrownedbyGod，discrownedbyman!) Thehatedflagofredandwhiteandgreen。 Whenwasthyglory!wheninsearchforpowerThineeaglesflewtogreetthedoublesun，Andthewildnationsshudderedatthyrod？ Nay，butthyglorytarriedforthishour，WhenpilgrimskneelbeforetheHolyOne，TheprisonedshepherdoftheChurchofGod。 MONTREMARIO。 Poem:SonnetOnHearingTheDiesIraeSungInTheSistineChapelNay，Lord，notthus!whiteliliesinthespring，Sadolive-groves，orsilver-breasteddove，TeachmemoreclearlyofThylifeandloveThanterrorsofredflameandthundering。 ThehillsidevinesdearmemoriesofTheebring: AbirdateveningflyingtoitsnestTellsmeofOnewhohadnoplaceofrest: IthinkitisofTheethesparrowssing。 Comeratheronsomeautumnafternoon，Whenredandbrownareburnishedontheleaves，Andthefieldsechotothegleaner\'ssong，ComewhenthesplendidfulnessofthemoonLooksdownupontherowsofgoldensheaves，AndreapThyharvest:wehavewaitedlong。 Poem:EasterDayThesilvertrumpetsrangacrosstheDome: Thepeoplekneltuponthegroundwithawe: AndborneuponthenecksofmenIsaw，LikesomegreatGod，theHolyLordofRome。 Priest-like，heworearobemorewhitethanfoam，And，king-like，swathedhimselfinroyalred，Threecrownsofgoldrosehighuponhishead: InsplendourandinlightthePopepassedhome。 MyheartstolebackacrosswidewastesofyearsToOnewhowanderedbyalonelysea，Andsoughtinvainforanyplaceofrest: \'Foxeshaveholes，andeverybirditsnest。 I，onlyI，mustwanderwearily，Andbruisemyfeet，anddrinkwinesaltwithtears。\' Poem:ETenebrisComedown，OChrist，andhelpme!reachThyhand，ForIamdrowninginastormierseaThanSimononThylakeofGalilee: Thewineoflifeisspiltuponthesand，Myheartisassomefamine-murderedlandWhenceallgoodthingshaveperishedutterly，AndwellIknowmysoulinHellmustlieIfIthisnightbeforeGod\'sthroneshouldstand。 \'Hesleepsperchance，orridethtothechase，LikeBaal，whenhisprophetshowledthatnameFrommorntonoononCarmel\'ssmittenheight。\' Nay，peace，Ishallbehold，beforethenight，Thefeetofbrass，therobemorewhitethanflame，Thewoundedhands，thewearyhumanface。 Poem:VitaNuovaIstoodbytheunvintageableseaTillthewetwavesdrenchedfaceandhairwithspray； ThelongredfiresofthedyingdayBurnedinthewest；thewindpipeddrearily； Andtothelandtheclamorousgullsdidflee: \'Alas!\'Icried，\'mylifeisfullofpain，AndwhocangarnerfruitorgoldengrainFromthesewastefieldswhichtravailceaselessly!\' Mynetsgapedwidewithmanyabreakandflaw，NathlessIthrewthemasmyfinalcastIntothesea，andwaitedfortheend。 Whenlo!asuddenglory!andIsawFromtheblackwatersofmytorturedpastTheargentsplendourofwhitelimbsascend! Poem:MadonnaMiaAlily-girl，notmadeforthisworld\'spain，Withbrown，softhairclosebraidedbyherears，AndlongingeyeshalfveiledbyslumberoustearsLikebluestwaterseenthroughmistsofrain: Palecheekswhereonnolovehathleftitsstain，Redunderlipdrawninforfearoflove，Andwhitethroat，whiterthanthesilvereddove，Throughwhosewanmarblecreepsonepurplevein。 Yet，thoughmylipsshallpraiseherwithoutcease，EventokissherfeetIamnotbold，Beingo\'ershadowedbythewingsofawe，LikeDante，whenhestoodwithBeatriceBeneaththeflamingLion\'sbreast，andsawTheseventhCrystal，andtheStairofGold。 Poem:TheNewHelenWherehastthoubeensinceroundthewallsofTroyThesonsofGodfoughtinthatgreatemprise？ Whydostthouwalkourcommonearthagain？ Hastthouforgottenthatimpassionedboy，HispurplegalleyandhisTyrianmenAndtreacherousAphrodite\'smockingeyes？ Forsurelyitwasthou，who，likeastarHunginthesilversilenceofthenight，DidstluretheOldWorld\'schivalryandmightIntotheclamorouscrimsonwavesofwar! Ordidstthourulethefire-ladenmoon？ InamorousSidonwasthytemplebuiltOverthelightandlaughteroftheseaWhere，behindlatticescarlet-wroughtandgilt，Somebrown-limbedgirldidweavetheetapestry，Allthroughthewasteandweariedhoursofnoon； Tillherwancheekwithflameofpassionburned，Andsheroseupthesea-washedlipstokissOfsomegladCypriansailor，safereturnedFromCalpeandthecliffsofHerakles! No!thouartHelen，andnoneotherone! ItwasfortheethatyoungSarpedondied，AndMemnon\'smanhoodwasuntimelyspent； Itwasfortheegold-crestedHectortriedWithThetis\'childthatevilracetorun，Inthelastyearofthybeleaguerment； Ay!evennowthegloryofthyfameBurnsinthosefieldsoftrampledasphodel，WherethehighlordswhomIlionknewsowellClashghostlyshields，andcalluponthyname。 Wherehastthoubeen？inthatenchantedlandWhoseslumberingvalesforlornCalypsoknew，WherenevermowerroseatbreakofdayButallunswathedthetrammellinggrassesgrew，AndthesadshepherdsawthetallcornstandTillsummer\'sredhadchangedtowitheredgrey？ DidstthoulietherebysomeLethaeanstreamDeepbroodingonthineancientmemory，Thecrashofbrokenspears，thefierygleamFromshiveredhelm，theGrecianbattle-cry？ Nay，thouwerthiddeninthathollowhillWithonewhoisforgottenutterly，ThatdiscrownedQueenmencalltheErycine； HiddenawaythatnevermightstthouseeThefaceofHer，beforewhosemoulderingshrineTo-dayatRomethesilentnationskneel； WhogatfromLovenojoyousgladdening，ButonlyLove\'sintolerablepain，Onlyaswordtopierceherheartintwain，Onlythebitternessofchild-bearing。 Thelotus-leaveswhichhealthewoundsofDeathLieinthyhand；O，bethoukindtome，WhileyetIknowthesummerofmydays； ForhardlycanmytremulouslipsdrawbreathTofillthesilvertrumpetwiththypraise，SobowedamIbeforethymystery； SobowedandbrokenonLove\'sterriblewheel，ThatIhavelostallhopeandhearttosing，YetcareInotwhatruintimemaybringIfinthytemplethouwiltletmekneel。 Alas，alas，thouwiltnottarryhere，But，likethatbird，theservantofthesun，Whofliesbeforethenorthwindandthenight，Sowiltthouflyourevillandanddrear，Backtothetowerofthineolddelight，AndtheredlipsofyoungEuphorion； NorshallIeverseethyfaceagain，Butinthispoisonousgarden-closemuststay，Crowningmybrowswiththethorn-crownofpain，Tillallmylovelesslifeshallpassaway。 OHelen!Helen!Helen!yetawhile，Yetforalittlewhile，O，tarryhere，Tillthedawncomethandtheshadowsflee! ForinthegladsomesunlightofthysmileOfheavenorhellIhavenothoughtorfear，SeeingIknownoothergodbutthee: Noothergodsavehim，beforewhosefeetInnetsofgoldthetiredplanetsmove，TheincarnatespiritofspiritualloveWhointhybodyholdshisjoyousseat。 Thouwertnotbornascommonwomenare! But，girtwithsilversplendourofthefoam，Didstfromthedepthsofsapphireseasarise! Andatthycomingsomeimmortalstar，Beardedwithflame，blazedintheEasternskies，Andwakedtheshepherdsonthineisland-home。 Thoushaltnotdie:noaspsofEgyptcreepCloseatthyheelstotaintthedelicateair； Nosullen-bloomingpoppiesstainthyhair，Thosescarletheraldsofeternalsleep。 Lilyoflove，pureandinviolate! Towerofivory!redroseoffire! Thouhastcomedownourdarknesstoillume: Forwe，close-caughtinthewidenetsofFate，WeariedwithwaitingfortheWorld\'sDesire，AimlesslywanderedintheHouseofgloom，AimlesslysoughtsomeslumberousanodyneForwastedlives，forlingeringwretchedness，Tillwebeheldthyre-arisenshrine，Andthewhitegloryofthyloveliness。 Poem:TheBurdenOfItysThisEnglishThamesisholierfarthanRome，ThoseharebellslikeasuddenflushofseaBreakingacrossthewoodland，withthefoamOfmeadow-sweetandwhiteanemoneToflecktheirbluewaves，-GodislikelierthereThanhiddeninthatcrystal-heartedstarthepalemonksbear! Thoseviolet-gleamingbutterfliesthattakeYoncreamylilyfortheirpavilionAremonsignores，andwheretherushesshakeAlazypikeliesbaskinginthesun，Hiseyeshalfshut，-heissomemitredoldBishopinPARTIBUS!lookatthosegaudyscalesallgreenandgold。 ThewindtherestlessprisonerofthetreesDoeswellforPalaestrina，onewouldsayThemightymaster\'shandswereonthekeysOftheMariaorgan，whichtheyplayWhenearlyonsomesapphireEastermornInahighlitterredasbloodorsinthePopeisborneFromhisdarkHouseouttotheBalconyAbovethebronzegatesandthecrowdedsquare，WhoseveryfountainsseemforecstasyTotosstheirsilverlancesintheair，AndstretchingoutweakhandstoEastandWestInvainsendspeacetopeacelesslands，torestlessnationsrest。 Isnotyonlingeringorangeafter-glowThatstaystovexthemoonmorefairthanallRome\'slordliestpageants!strange，ayearagoIkneltbeforesomecrimsonCardinalWhobaretheHostacrosstheEsquiline，Andnow-thosecommonpoppiesinthewheatseemtwiceasfine。 Theblue-greenbeanfieldsyonder，tremulousWiththelastshower，sweeterperfumebringThroughthiscooleveningthantheodorousFlame-jewelledcenserstheyoungdeaconsswing，Whenthegreypriestunlocksthecurtainedshrine，AndmakesGod\'sbodyfromthecommonfruitofcornandvine。 PoorFraGiovannibawlingatthemassWereoutoftunenow，forasmallbrownbirdSingsoverhead，andthroughthelongcoolgrassIseethatthrobbingthroatwhichonceIheardOnstarlithillsofflower-starredArcady，OncewherethewhiteandcrescentsandofSalamismeetssea。 SweetistheswallowtwitteringontheeavesAtdaybreak，whenthemowerwhetshisscythe，Andstock-dovesmurmur，andthemilkmaidleavesHerlittlelonelybed，andcarolsblitheToseetheheavy-lowingcattlewaitStretchingtheirhugeanddrippingmouthsacrossthefarmyardgate。 AndsweetthehopsupontheKentishleas，Andsweetthewindthatliftsthenew-mownhay，AndsweetthefretfulswarmsofgrumblingbeesThatroundandroundthelindenblossomsplay； Andsweettheheiferbreathinginthestall，Andthegreenburstingfigsthathanguponthered-brickwall，AndsweettohearthecuckoomockthespringWhilethelastvioletloitersbythewell，AndsweettoheartheshepherdDaphnissingThesongofLinusthroughasunnydellOfwarmArcadiawherethecornisgoldAndtheslightlithe-limbedreapersdanceaboutthewattledfold。 AndsweetwithyoungLycoristoreclineInsomeIllyrianvalleyfaraway，WherecanopiedonherbsamaracineWetoomightwastethesummer-tranceddayMatchingourreedsinsportiverivalry，Whilefarbeneathusfretsthetroubledpurpleofthesea。 Butsweeterfarifsilver-sandalledfootOfsomelong-hiddenGodshouldevertreadTheNunehammeadows，ifwithreededflutePressedtohislipssomeFaunmightraisehisheadBythegreenwater-flags，ah!sweetindeedToseetheheavenlyherdsmancallhiswhite-fleecedflocktofeed。 Thensingtomethoutunefulchorister，Thoughwhatthousing\'stbethineownrequiem! TellmethytalethouhaplesschroniclerOfthineowntragedies!donotcontemnTheseunfamiliarhaunts，thisEnglishfield，FormanyalovelycoronalournorthernislecanyieldWhichGrecianmeadowsknownot，manyaroseWhichalldaylonginvalesAEolianAladmightseekinvainforover-growsOurhedgeslikeawantoncourtesanUnthriftyofitsbeauty；liliestooIlissosnevermirroredstarourstreams，andcocklesblueDotthegreenwheatwhich，thoughtheyarethesignsForswallowsgoingsouth，wouldneverspreadTheirazuretentsbetweentheAtticvines； Eventhatlittleweedofraggedred，Whichbidstherobinpipe，inArcadyWouldbeatrespasser，andmanyanunsungelegySleepsinthereedsthatfringeourwindingThamesWhichtoawakeweresweeterravishmentThaneverSyrinxweptfor；diademsOfbrownbee-studdedorchidswhichweremeantForCytheraea\'sbrowsarehiddenhereUnknowntoCytheraea，andbyyonderpasturingsteerThereisatinyyellowdaffodil，Thebutterflycanseeitfromafar，Althoughonesummerevening\'sdewcouldfillItslittlecuptwiceovererethestarHadcalledthelazyshepherdtohisfoldAndbenoprodigal；eachleafisfleckedwithspottedgoldAsifJove\'sgorgeouslemanDanaeHotfromhisgildedarmshadstoopedtokissThetremblingpetals，oryoungMercuryLow-flyingtotheduskyfordofDisHadwithonefeatherofhispinionsJustbrushedthem!theslightstemwhichbearstheburdenofitssunsIshardlythickerthanthegossamer，OrpoorArachne\'ssilvertapestry，- MensayitbloomeduponthesepulchreOfOneIsometimeworshipped，buttomeItseemstobringdivinermemoriesOffaun-lovedHeliconiangladesandbluenymph-hauntedseas，OfanuntroddenvaleatTempewhereOntheclearriver\'smargeNarcissuslies，Thetangleoftheforestinhishair，Thesilenceofthewoodlandinhiseyes，WooingthatdriftingimagerywhichisNosoonerkissedthanbroken；memoriesofSalmacisWhoisnotboynorgirlandyetisboth，FedbytwofiresandunsatisfiedThroughtheirexcess，eachpassionbeinglothForlove\'sownsaketoleavetheother\'ssideYetkillinglovebystaying；memoriesOfOreadspeepingthroughtheleavesofsilentmoonlittrees，OflonelyAriadneonthewharfAtNaxos，whenshesawthetreacherouscrewFaroutatsea，andwavedhercrimsonscarfAndcalledfalseTheseusbackagainnorknewThatDionysosonanamberpardWasclosebehindher；memoriesofwhatMaeonia\'sbardWithsightlesseyesbeheld，thewallofTroy，QueenHelenlyingintheivoryroom，Andathersideanamorousred-lippedboyTrimmingwithdaintyhandhishelmet\'splume，Andfarawaythemoil，theshout，thegroan，AsHectorshieldedoffthespearandAjaxhurledthestone； OfwingedPerseuswithhisflawlessswordCleavingthesnakytressesofthewitch，AndallthosetalesimperishablystoredInlittleGrecianurns，freightagemorerichThananygaudygalleonofSpainBarefromtheIndiesever!theseatleastbringbackagain，ForwellIknowtheyarenotdeadatall，TheancientGodsofGrecianpoesy: Theyareasleep，andwhentheyheartheecallWillwakeandthink\'tisveryThessaly，ThisThamestheDaulianwaters，thiscoolgladeTheyellow-irisedmeadwhereonceyoungItyslaughedandplayed。 Ifitwasthoudearjasmine-cradledbirdWhofromtheleafystillnessofthythroneSangtothewondrousboy，untilheheardThehornofAtalantafaintlyblownAcrosstheCumnorhills，andwanderingThroughBagleywoodateveningfoundtheAtticpoets\'spring，- Ah!tinysober-suitedadvocateThatpleadestforthemoonagainsttheday! IfthoudidstmaketheshepherdseekhismateOnthatsweetquesting，whenProserpinaForgotitwasnotSicilyandleantAcrossthemossySandfordstileinravishedwonderment，- Light-wingedandbright-eyedmiracleofthewood! IfeverthoudidstsoothewithmelodyOneofthatlittleclan，thatbrotherhoodWhichlovedthemorning-starofTuscanyMorethantheperfectsunofRaphaelAndisimmortal，singtome!forItoolovetheewell。 Singon!singon!letthedullworldgrowyoung，Letelementalthingstakeformagain，AndtheoldshapesofBeautywalkamongThesimplegarthsandopencrofts，aswhenThesonofLetobarethewillowrod，AndthesoftsheepandshaggygoatsfollowedtheboyishGod。 Singon!singon!andBacchuswillbehereAstrideuponhisgorgeousIndianthrone，AndoverwhimperingtigersshakethespearWithyellowivycrownedandgummycone，WhileathissidethewantonBassaridWillthrowthelionbythemaneandcatchthemountainkid! Singon!andIwillweartheleopardskin，AndstealthemoonedwingsofAshtaroth，UponwhoseicychariotwecouldwinCithaeroninanhourerethefrothHasover-brimmedthewine-vatortheFaunCeasedfromthetreading!ay，beforetheflickeringlampofdawnHasscaredthehootingowlettoitsnest，Andwarnedthebattocloseitsfilmyvans，SomeMaenadgirlwithvine-leavesonherbreastWillfilchtheirbeech-nutsfromthesleepingPansSosoftlythatthelittlenestedthrushWillneverwake，andthenwithshrillylaughandleapwillrushDownthegreenvalleywherethefallendewLiesthickbeneaththeelmandcountherstore，TillthebrownSatyrsinajollycrewTrampletheloosestrifedownalongtheshore，AndwheretheirhornedmastersitsinstateBringstrawberriesandbloomyplumsuponawickercrate! Singon!andsoonwithpassion-weariedfaceThroughthecoolleavesApollo\'sladwillcome，TheTyrianprincehisbristledboarwillchaseAdownthechestnut-copsesalla-bloom，Andivory-limbed，grey-eyed，withlookofpride，Afteryonvelvet-coateddeerthevirginmaidwillride。 Singon!andIthedyingboywillseeStainwithhispurplebloodthewaxenbellThatoverweighsthejacinth，andtomeThewretchedCyprianherwoewilltell，AndIwillkisshermouthandstreamingeyes，Andleadhertothemyrtle-hiddengrovewhereAdonlies! CryoutaloudonItys!memoryThatfoster-brotherofremorseandpainDropspoisoninmineear，-Otobefree，Toburnone\'soldships!andtolaunchagainIntothewhite-plumedbattleofthewavesAndfightoldProteusforthespoilofcoral-floweredcaves! OforMedeawithherpoppiedspell! OforthesecretoftheColchianshrine! OforoneleafofthatpaleasphodelWhichbindsthetiredbrowsofProserpine，AndshedssuchwondrousdewsatevethatsheDreamsofthefieldsofEnna，bythefarSiciliansea，Whereoftthegolden-girdledbeeshechasedFromlilytolilyonthelevelmead，EreyethersombreLordhadbidhertasteThedeadlyfruitofthatpomegranateseed，EretheblacksteedshadharriedherawayDowntothefaintandflowerlessland，thesickandsunlessday。 OforonemidnightandasparamourTheVenusofthelittleMelianfarm! OthatsomeantiquestatueforonehourMightwaketopassion，andthatIcouldcharmTheDawnatFlorencefromitsdumbdespair，Mixwiththosemightylimbsandmakethatgiantbreastmylair! Singon!singon!Iwouldbedrunkwithlife，Drunkwiththetrampledvintageofmyyouth，Iwouldforgetthewearyingwastedstrife，Therivenveil，theGorgoneyesofTruth，Theprayerlessvigilandthecryforprayer，Thebarrengifts，theliftedarms，thedullinsensateair! Singon!singon!OfeatheredNiobe，Thoucanstmakesorrowbeautiful，andstealFromjoyitssweetestmusic，notasweWhobydeadvoicelesssilencestrivetohealOurtoountentedwounds，anddobutkeepPainbarricadoedinourhearts，andmurderpillowedsleep。 Singlouderyet，whymustIstillbeholdThewanwhitefaceofthatdesertedChrist，Whosebleedinghandsmyhandsdidonceenfold，Whosesmittenlipsmylipssoofthavekissed，AndnowinmuteandmarblemiserySitsinhislonedishonouredHouseandweeps，perchanceforme？ OMemorycastdownthywreathedshell! BreakthyhoarseluteOsadMelpomene! OSorrow，SorrowkeepthycloisteredcellNordimwithtearsthislimpidCastaly! Cease，Philomel，thoudosttheforestwrongTovexitssylvanquietwithsuchwildimpassionedsong! Cease，cease，orif\'tisanguishtobedumbTakefromthepastoralthrushhersimplerair，WhosejocundcarelessnessdothmorebecomeThisEnglishwoodlandthanthykeendespair，Ah!ceaseandletthenorthwindbearthylayBacktotherockyhillsofThrace，thestormyDaulianbay。 Amomentmore，thestartledleaveshadstirred，EndymionwouldhavepassedacrossthemeadMoonstruckwithlove，andthisstillThameshadheardPanplashandpaddlegropingforsomereedTolurefromherbluecavethatNaiadmaidWhoforsuchpipinglistenshalfinjoyandhalfafraid。 Amomentmore，thewakingdovehadcooed，ThesilverdaughterofthesilverseaWiththefondgyvesofclinginghandshadwooedHerwantonfromthechase，andDryopeHadthrustasidethebranchesofheroakToseethelustygold-hairedladreininhissnortingyoke。 Amomentmore，thetreeshadstoopedtokissPaleDaphnejustawakeningfromtheswoonOftremulouslaurels，lonelySalmacisHadbaredhisbarrenbeautytothemoon，AndthroughthevalewithsadvoluptuoussmileAntinoushadwandered，theredlotusoftheNileDownleaningfromhisblackandclusteringhair，Toshadethoseslumberouseyelids\'cavernedbliss，OrelseonyondergrassyslopewithbareHigh-tunicedlimbsunravishedArtemisHadbadeherhoundsgivetongue，androusedthedeerFromhisgreenambuscadewithshrillhallooandprickingspear。 Liestill，liestill，Opassionateheart，liestill! OMelancholy，foldthyravenwing! OsobbingDryad，fromthyhollowhillComenotwithsuchdespondentanswering! NomorethouwingedMarsyascomplain，Apollolovethnottohearsuchtroubledsongsofpain! Itwasadream，thegladeistenantless，NosoftIonianlaughtermovestheair，TheThamescreepsoninsluggishleadenness，AndfromthecopseleftdesolateandbareFledisyoungBacchuswithhisrevelry，YetstillfromNunehamwoodtherecomesthatthrillingmelodySosad，thatonemightthinkahumanheartBrakeineachseparatenote，aqualityWhichmusicsometimeshas，beingtheArtWhichismostnightotearsandmemory； PoormourningPhilomel，whatdostthoufear？ Thysisterdothnothauntthesefields，Pandionisnothere，HereisnocruelLordwithmurderousblade，Nowovenwebofbloodyheraldries，Butmossydellsforrovingcomradesmade，WarmvalleyswherethetiredstudentliesWithhalf-shutbook，andmanyawindingwalkWhererusticloversstrayateveinhappysimpletalk。 TheharmlessrabbitgambolswithitsyoungAcrossthetrampledtowing-path，wherelateAtroopoflaughingboysinjostlingthrongCheeredwiththeirnoisycriestheracingeight； Thegossamer，withravelledsilverthreads，Worksatitslittleloom，andfromtheduskyred-eavedshedsOftheloneFarmaflickeringlightshinesoutWheretheswinkedshepherddriveshisbleatingflockBacktotheirwattledsheep-cotes，afaintshoutComesfromsomeOxfordboatatSandfordlock，Andstartsthemoor-henfromthesedgyrill，Andthedimlengtheningshadowsflitlikeswallowsupthehill。 Theheronpasseshomewardtothemere，Thebluemistcreepsamongtheshiveringtrees，Goldworldbyworldthesilentstarsappear，AndlikeablossomblownbeforethebreezeAwhitemoondriftsacrosstheshimmeringsky，Mutearbitressofallthysad，thyrapturousthrenody。 Shedoesnotheedthee，whereforeshouldsheheed，SheknowsEndymionisnotfaraway； \'TisI，\'tisI，whosesoulisasthereedWhichhasnomessageofitsowntoplay，Sopipesanother\'sbidding，itisI，Driftingwitheverywindonthewideseaofmisery。 Ah!thebrownbirdhasceased:oneexquisitetrillAboutthesombrewoodlandseemstoclingDyinginmusic，elsetheairisstill，Sostillthatonemighthearthebat\'ssmallwingWanderandwheelabovethepines，ortellEachtinydew-dropdrippingfromthebluebell\'sbrimmingcell。 Andfarawayacrossthelengtheningwold，Acrossthewillowyflatsandthicketsbrown，Magdalen\'stalltowertippedwithtremulousgoldMarksthelongHighStreetofthelittletown，Andwarnsmetoreturn；Imustnotwait，Hark!\'tisthecurfewboomingfromthebellatChristChurchgate。 Poem:ImpressionDuMatinTheThamesnocturneofblueandgoldChangedtoaHarmonyingrey: Abargewithochre-colouredhayDroptfromthewharf:andchillandcoldTheyellowfogcamecreepingdownThebridges，tillthehouses\'wallsSeemedchangedtoshadowsandSt。Paul\'sLoomedlikeabubbleo\'erthetown。 ThensuddenlyarosetheclangOfwakinglife；thestreetswerestirredWithcountrywaggons:andabirdFlewtotheglisteningroofsandsang。 Butonepalewomanallalone，Thedaylightkissingherwanhair，Loiteredbeneaththegaslamps\'flare，Withlipsofflameandheartofstone。 Poem:MagdalenWalksThelittlewhitecloudsareracingoverthesky，AndthefieldsarestrewnwiththegoldoftheflowerofMarch，Thedaffodilbreaksunderfoot，andthetasselledlarchSwaysandswingsasthethrushgoeshurryingby。 Adelicateodourisborneonthewingsofthemorningbreeze，Theodourofdeepwetgrass，andofbrownnew-furrowedearth，ThebirdsaresingingforjoyoftheSpring\'sgladbirth，Hoppingfrombranchtobranchontherockingtrees。 AndallthewoodsarealivewiththemurmurandsoundofSpring，Andtherose-budbreaksintopinkontheclimbingbriar，Andthecrocus-bedisaquiveringmoonoffireGirdledroundwiththebeltofanamethystring。 Andtheplanetothepine-treeiswhisperingsometaleofloveTillitrustleswithlaughterandtossesitsmantleofgreen，Andthegloomofthewych-elm\'shollowislitwiththeirissheenOftheburnishedrainbowthroatandthesilverbreastofadove。 See!thelarkstartsupfromhisbedinthemeadowthere，Breakingthegossamerthreadsandthenetsofdew，Andflashingadowntheriver，aflameofblue! Thekingfisherflieslikeanarrow，andwoundstheair。