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Till the thunder was mute,
O Delphic Apollo !
The Pleiades were up,
Watching the silent air;
The Ocean, its neighbour,
Was at its old labour,
When, who -- who did dare To tie, like a madman, thy plant round his brow,
And grin and look proudly,
And blaspheme so loudly,
O Delphic Apollo !
NFELT, unheard, unseen,
Who who could tell how much
Those faery lids how sleek!
Those lips how moist ! -- they speak, In ripest quiet, shadows of sweet sounds :
Into my fancy's ear
Melting a burden dear, How " Love doth know no fulness, and no bounds."
True ! tender monitors!
This sweetest day for dalliance was born!
So, without more ado,
I'll feel my heaven anew,
USH, hush! tread softly ! hush, hush, my
dear! All the house is asleep, but we know very well That the jealous, the jealous old bald-pate may
hear, Tho you've padded his night-cap — O sweet
No leaf doth tremble, no ripple is there
On the river, —- all's still, and the night's sleepy eye
Has fled to her bower, well knowing I want
Lift the latch! ah gently! ah tenderly
sweet! We are dead if that latchet gives one little clink ! Well done now those lips, and a flowery seat The old man may sleep, and the planets may
wink; The shut rose shall dream of our loves and
awake Full-blown, and such warmth for the morning
take, The stock-dove shall hatch his soft twin-eggs and coo, While I kiss to the melody, aching all through!
HED no tear! O shed no tear!
Weep no more! Oweep no more!
Shed no tear.
Overhead! look overhead !
I flutter now
Adieu, Adieu !
LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI.
WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
The sedge has wither'd from the lake,
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms !
So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest's done.
I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew, And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful a faery's child, Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone; She look'd at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery song
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
" I love thee true.”
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept, and sigh'd full sore, And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.
And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream'd - Ah! woe betide! The latest dream I ever dream'd
On the cold bill's side.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried --- La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall !”
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,