A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

PomiS 01' nU.GINATlON AND J'A'IfCT. 12l

The efBoreacence of hie being blooma

On earth, blooms splenditlly. Like May he came,

Bowing rich beauty over dens and tombs,

And rocky peaks and aolitudes. He sped

Like a clear streamlet o'er ita jamred l>ed,

ThAt by no torture can be hush' da.sleeJ»

But poul:'8 in music h1111tening to the deep.

Peace, peace, bewail him not with garla.nda sere,

Ye .Autumn Months, his is no funeral bier.

No pale dissolving Eiddon is he

or that which wae, but never more llho.ll be ;-

Shelley, the Spirit, lives eternally I

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So lay among the myrtles on the cliff;
Above her glared the noon ; btneath, the sea,
Upon the bright horizon Atbos' peak
W elter'd in burning haze ; all airs Wf'te dead ;
The cicale slept among the ta~arisk's hair;
The birds sat dumb and drooping. Far below
The lazy sea-weed gliaten'd in the sun ;
The lAzy sea--fowl dried their ·steaming wings;
The lazy swell crept whispering up the ledge,
And sank again. Great Pan waa1aid to rest;
And Mother Earth watch'd by him as he alept,
And huah'd her royri11d children for awhile.
She Lry among tht~ myrtles on the cliff;
And sigh'd for sleep, for sleep that would not hear,
But left her to99ing still; for night and day
A mighty hunger yearn'd within her heo.rt,
Till all her veins ran fever; and her cheek,
Her long thin hands, a.nd ivory-channell'd feet,
Were wasted with the wasting of her aoul.
Then peevishly 11he flung her on her faee 1
And hid her eyeballs from the blinding glare,
And finger'd at the graas, and tried to eool
Her crisp bot lips against the crisp hot sward;
And then she raised her hel)d, and upwnrd cast
Wild looks from homeless eyell, whoee liquid light
Gleam'd out between deep folds of blue-black hair,
As gleatn twin lakes between the purple peaks
Of deep Parnassus 1 at the mournful moon.

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