Starward, then swooping down the hemi sphere Upon the lengthening javelins of the blast. By dread events, nor broken-down old age, Of false mankind, with whispers cold and dry As snake-songs midst stone hollows, thus has taught me, The giant hunter, laugh'd at by the world, Not to forget the substance in the dream Which breeds it. Both must melt and merge in one. Now shall I overcome thee, body and soul, And like a new-made element brood o'er thee With all devouring murmurs! Come, my love! Come, life's blood-tempest ! — come, thou blinding storm, And clasp the rigid pine- this mortal frame Wrap with thy whirlwinds, rend and wrestle down, And let my being solve its destiny, Defying, seeking, thine extremest power; Famish'd and thirsty for the absorbing doom Of cedar was it, lofty in its glooms When the sun hung o'erhead, and, in its darkness, Like Night when giving birth to Time's first pulse. Silence had ever dwelt there; but of late Came faint sounds, with a cadence droning low, From the far depths, as of a cataract Whose echoes midst incumbent foliage died. From one high mountain gush'd a flowing stream, Which through the forest pass'd, and found a fall Within, none knew where, then roll'd tow'rds the sea. There, underneath the boughs, mark where the gleam Of sunrise through the roofing's chasm is thrown Upon a grassy plot below, whereon The shadow of a stag stoops to the stream Swift rolling tow'rds the cataract, and drinks deeply. Throughout the day unceasingly it drinks, His one sustain'd and heaven-aspiring Our inmost powers, fresh wing'd, shall soar and dream In realms of Elysian gleam, whose air light-flowers, Will ever be, though vague, most fair, most sweet, Better than memory.— - Look yonder, love ! What solemn image through the trunks is straying? And now he doth not move, yet never turns Are pictur'd, and what knowledge through the doors Of his forgetfulness of all the earth A path may gain? Then turn thee, love, to me : Was I not worth thy winning, and thy toil, O earth-born son of Ocean? Melt to rain.' EOS Level with the summit of that eastern mount, By slow approach, and like a promontory Which seems to glide and meet a coming ship, The pale-gold platform of the morning came Towards the gliding mount. Against a sky Of delicate purple, snow-bright courts and halls, Touch'd with light silvery green, gleaming across, Fronted by pillars vast, cloud-capitall'd, With shafts of changeful pearl, all rear'd upon An isle of clear aerial gold, came floating; From the bright peak of that surrounded mount, One step sufficed to gain the tremulous floor Whereon the palace of the Morning shone, Scarcely a bow-shot distant; but that step, Orion's humbled and still mortal feet Dared not adventure. In the Goddess' face Imploringly he gaz'd. "Advance!" she said, Starward, then swooping down the hemi sphere Upon the lengthening javelins of the blast. By dread events, nor broken-down old age, Of false mankind, with whispers cold and dry As snake-songs midst stone hollows, thus has taught me, The giant hunter, laugh'd at by the world, Not to forget the substance in the dream Which breeds it. Both must melt and Of cedar was it, lofty in its glooms When the sun hung o'erhead, and, in its darkness, Like Night when giving birth to Time's first pulse. Silence had ever dwelt there; but of late Came faint sounds, with a cadence droning low, From the far depths, as of a cataract Whose echoes midst incumbent foliage died. From one high mountain gush'd a flowing stream, Which through the forest pass'd, and found a fall Within, none knew where, then roll'd tow'rds the sea. Better than memory. Look yonder, love! What solemn image through the trunks is straying? And now he doth not move, yet never turns Are pictur'd, and what knowledge through the doors Of his forgetfulness of all the earth A path may gain? Then turn thee, love, to me : Was I not worth thy winning, and thy toil, O earth-born son of Ocean? Melt to rain." EOS Level with the summit of that eastern mount, By slow approach, and like a promontory Which seems to glide and meet a coming ship, The pale-gold platform of the morning came Towards the gliding mount. Against a sky Of delicate purple, snow-bright courts and halls, Touch'd with light silvery green, gleaming across, Fronted by pillars vast, cloud-capitall'd, With shafts of changeful pearl, all rear'd upon An isle of clear aerial gold, came floating; From the bright peak of that surrounded mount, One step sufficed to gain the tremulous floor Whereon the palace of the Morning shone, Scarcely a bow-shot distant; but that step, Orion's humbled and still mortal feet Dared not adventure. In the Goddess' face Imploringly he gaz'd. "Advance!" she said, That calls me to awaken other lands, That moment will escape which ne'er returns." Forward Orion stepp'd: the platform bright Shook like the reflex of a star in water Mov'd by the breeze, throughout its whole Whereto, with mildness, Akinetos said, "Hast thou consider'd of Eternity?" “Profoundly have I done so, in my youth," Chronos replied, and bow'd his furrow'd head; "Most, when my tender feet from Chaos trod Stumbling, and, doubtful of my eyes, my hands The dazzling air explor'd. But, since that date, So many ages have I told; so many, Then Akinetos calmly spake once more, With eyes still bent upon the tide-ribb'd sands: "Orion, ever active and at work, Honest and skilful, not to be surpass'd, Drew misery on himself and those he lov'd; Wrought his companions' death,— and now hath found, At Artemis' hand, his own. So fares it ever With the world's builder. He, from wall to beam, From pillar to roof, from shade to corporal form, From the first vague Thought to the Temple vast, A ceaseless contest with the crowd endures, For whom he labors. Why then should we move? Our wisdom cannot change whate'er's decreed, Nor e'en the acts or thoughts of brainless men: Why then be mov'd? Best reason is most vain. He who will do and suffer, must— and end. Hence, death is not an evil, since it leads His ear is stuff'd with the grave's earth, yet feels The inaudible whispers of Eternity, Thus Akinetos sat from day to day, |