Under the bowers

Where the Ocean Powers Sit on their pearlèd thrones;

Through the coral woods

Of the weltering floods, Over heaps of unvalued stones ;

Through the dim beams

Which amid the streams Weave a network of coloured light;

And under the caves,

Where the shadowy waves Are as green as the forest's night :

Outspeeding the shark,

And the sword-fish dark, Under the ocean foam,

And up through. the rifts

Of the mountain clifts
They passed to their Dorian home.

And now from their fountains

In Enna's mountains, Down one vale where the morning basks,

Like friends once parted

Grown single-hearted, They ply their watery tasks.

At sunrise they leap

From their cradles steep
In the cave of the shelving hill;

At noontide they flow
Through the woods below

And the meadows of asphodel ;

And at night they sleep

In the rocking deep
Beneath the Ortygian shore ; -

Like spirits that lie

In the azure sky
When they love but live no more.

SONG OF PROSERPINE,

WHILE GATHERING FLOWERS ON THE PLAIN OF

ENNA.

SACRED Goddess, Mother Earth,

Thou from whose immortal bosom,
Gods, and men, and beasts have birth,

Leaf and blade, and bud and blossom,
Breathe thine influence most divine
On thine own child, Proserpine.

If with mists of evening dew
Thou dost nourish these

young

flowers Till they grow, in scent and hue,

Fairest children of the hours,
Breathe thine influence most divine
On thine own child, Proserpine.

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HYMN OF APOLLO.

THE sleepless Hours who watch me, as I lie

Curtained with star-enwoven tapestries
From the broad moonlight of the sky,
Fanning the busy dreams from

my
dim

eyes, Waken me when their mother, the gray Dawn, Tells them that dreams and that the moon is gone.

Then I arise, and climbing Heaven's blue dome,

I walk over the mountains and the waves, Leaving my robe upon the ocean foam;

My footsteps pave the clouds with fire; the

caves

Are filled with my bright presence, and the air Leaves the greep earth to my embraces bare.

The sunbeams are my shafts, with which I kill

Deceit, that loves the night and fears the day ; All men who do or even imagine ill

Fly me, and from the glory of my ray
Good minds and open actions take new might,
Until diminished by the reign of night.

I feed the clouds, the rainbows, and the flowers,

With their ethereal colours ; the Moon's globe And the pure stars in their eternal bowers

Are cinctured with my power as with a robe ;

Whatever lamps on Earth or Heaven may shine Are portions of one power, which is mine.

I stand at noon upon the peak of Heaven,

Then with unwilling steps I wander down Into the clouds of the Atlantic even ;

For grief that I depart they weep and frown: What look is more delightful than the smile With which I soothe them from the western isle ?

am the

I

eye

with which the Universe Beholds iteelf and knows itself divine; All harmony of instrument or verse,

All prophery, all medicine are mine,
All ligh3 of art or nature ;-to my song
Victory and praise in their own right belong.

HYMN OF PAN.

FROM the forests and highlands

We come, we come ;
From the river-girt islands,

Where loud waves are dumb

Listening to my sweet pipings.
The wind in the reeds and the rushes,

The bees on the bells of thyme,
The birds on the myrtle bushes,

The cicale above in the lime,

And the lizards below in the grass,
Were as silent as ever old Tmolus * was,

Listening to my sweet pipings.

Liquid Peneus was flowing,

And all dark Tempe lay In Pelion's shadow, outgrowing

The light of the dying day,

Speeded with my sweet pipings. The Sileni, and Sylvans, and Fauns,

And the Nymphs of the woods and waves, To the edge of the moist river-lawns,

And the brink of the dewy caves, And all that did then attend and follow, Were silent with love, as you now, Apollo,

With envy of my sweet pipings.

I sang of the dancing stars,

I
sang

of the dædal Earth,
And of Heaven—and the giant wars,

And Love, and Death, and Birth.

And then I changed my pipings, Singing how down the vale of Mænalus

I pursued a maiden and clasped a reed : Gods and men, we are all deluded thus !

It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed :