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I lisp'd thy blooming titles inwardly ;
thwarted, affrighted, chidden, By things I trembled at, and gorgon wrath. Twice hast thou ask'd whither I went: henceforth Ask me no more! I may not utter it, Nor may I be thy love. We might commit Ourselves at once to vengeance : we might die; We might embrace and die: voluptuous thought ! Enlarge not to my hunger, or I'm caught In trammels of perverse deliciousness. No, no, that shall not be: thee will I bless, And bid a long adieu.”
Nor at each other gazed, but heavily
Endymion! unhappy! it nigh grieves Me to behold thee thus in last extreme : Enskied ere this, but truly that I deem Truth the best music in a first-born song. Thy lute-voice'd brother will I sing ere long, And thou shalt aid - hast thou not aided me ? Yes, moonlight Emperor! felicity Has been thy meed for
thousand years; Yet often have I, on the brink of tears, Mourn'd as if yet thou wert a forester; Forgetting the old tale.
He did not stir His eyes from the dead leaves, or one small pulse Of joy he might have felt. The spirit culls Unfaded amaranth, when wild it strays Through the old garden-ground of boyish days. A little onward ran the very stream By which he took his first soft poppy dream; And on the very bark ’gainst which he leant A crescent he had carved, and round it spent His skill in little stars. The teeming tree Had swoll'n and green’d the pious charactery, But not ta'en out. Why, there was not a slope Up which he had not fear’d the antelope ; And not a tree, beneath whose rooty shade He had not with his tamed leopards play'd; Nor could an arrow light, or javelin Fly in the air where his had never been And yet he knew it not.
Peona of the woods!- Can she endure ?
“ Dear brother mine! Endymion, weep not so! Why should'st thou pine When all great Latmos so exalt will be ? Thank the great gods, and look not bitterly; And speak not one pale word, and sigh no more. Sure I will not believe thou hast such store Of grief, to last thee to my kiss again. Thou surely canst not bear a mind in pain, Come hand in hand with one so beautiful. Be happy both of you! for I will pull The flowers of autumn for your coronals. Pan's holy priest for young Endymion calls; And when he is restored, thou, fairest dame, Shalt be our queen. Now, is it not a shame To see ye thus, not very, very sad ? Perhaps ye are too happy to be glad : O feel as if it were a common day; Free-voiced as one who never was away. No tongue shall ask, whence come ye? but ye
shall Be gods of your own rest imperial. Not even I, for one whole month will pry Into the hours that have pass'd us by, Since in my arbour I did sing to thee. O Hermes ! on this very night will be A hymning up to Cynthia, queen of light; For the soothsayers old saw yesternight Good visions in the air, — whence will befall, As say these sages, health perpetual To shepherds and their flocks; and furthermore, In Dian's face they read the gentle lore: Therefore for her these vesper-carols are. Our friends will all be there from nigh and far.
Many upon thy death have ditties made;
may not see,
I own This
may sound strangely: but when, dearest girl, Thou seest it for my happiness, no pearl Will trespass down those cheeks. Companion fair! Wilt be content to dwell with her, to share This sister's love with me?' Like one resign’d And bent by circumstances, and thereby blind
In self-commitment, thus, that meek unknown:
As feels a dreamer what doth most create His own particular fright, so these three felt: Or like one who, in after ages, knelt To Lucifer or Baal, when he'd pine After a little sleep: or when in mine Far under-ground, a sleeper meets his friends Who know him not. Each diligently bends Towards common thoughts and things for very
fear; Striving their ghastly malady to cheer, By thinking it a thing of yes and no,
, That housewives talk of. But the spirit-blow Was struck, and all were dreamers. At the last Endymion said : “ Are not our fates all cast? Why stand we here ? Adieu, ye tender pair! Adieu !” Whereat those maidens, with wild stare, Walk'd dizzily away. Pained and hot His eyes went after them, until they got Near to a cypress grove, whose deadly maw, In one swift moment, would what then he saw Engulf for ever. Stay,” he cried, “ ah, stay ! Turn damsels! hist! one word I have to say :