His strong arms, the figure sustain'd them not: 'twas as empty E'en as a windworn cloud, or a phantom of irrelevant sleep. On the level bosom of this vale more thickly the tall trees Grow, an' aneath quivering poplars and whispering alders Lethe's dreamy river throu' peaceful scenery windeth. Whereby now flitted in vast swarms many people of all lands, As when in early summer 'honey-bees on a flowery pasture Pill the blossoms, hurrying to' an' fro,-innumerous are they, Revisiting the ravish'd lily cups, while all the meadow hums. Æneas was turn'd to the sight, and marvelling inquired, 710 Night's pallid orb, day's Sun, and all his starry coævals, And what breedeth in Ocean aneath her surface of argent : Nor dull'd by the body's framework condemn'd to corruption. Hence the desires and vain tremblings that assail them, unable Poems in Classical Prosody Darkly prison'd to arise to celestial exaltation; Nor when death summoneth them anon earth-life to relinquish, Can they in all discard their stain, nor wholly away with * 750 Twín be the gates o' the house of sleep: as fable opineth 893 FINIS INDEX OF FIRST LINES A cottage built of native stone A coy inquisitive spirit After long sleep when Psyche first awoke Again with pleasant green Ah heavenly joy Ah, what a change All earthly beauty hath one cause All women born A man that sees by chance Among the meadows. And truly need there was. Angel spirits of sleep. An idle June day A poppy grows upon the shore. Ariel, O,-my angel, my own Assemble, all ye maidens At dead of unseen night A thousand times hath in my heart's behoof Awake, my heart, to be loved A winter's night with the snow about Away now, lovely Muse 277 272 |