The bark; the tree may hold its place awhile. Hamad. Awhile? thy father numbers then my days? Rhaicos. Are there no others where the moss beneath Is quite as tufty? Who would send thee forth Or ask thee why thou tarriest? Is thy flock Anywhere near? Hamad. I have no flock: I kill Nothing that breathes, that stirs, that feels the air, The sun, the dew. Why should the beautiful (And thou art beautiful) disturb the source Whence springs all beauty? Hast thou never heard Of Hamadryads? Rhaicos. Heard of them I have: Tell me some tale about them. May I sit Beside thy feet? Art thou not tired? The herbs Are very soft; I will not come too nigh; Do but sit there, nor tremble so, nor doubt. Stay, stay an instant : let me first explore If any acorn of last year be left Within it; thy thin robe too ill protects Thy dainty limbs against the harm one small Acorn may do. Here 's none. Another day Trust me; till then let me sit opposite. Hamad. I seat me; be thou seated, and content. Rhaicos. O sight for gods! ye men be- The Aphroditè! Is she there below? The Hellespont, and brought his kindred 'Tis said that laughs were heard within the wood : But who should hear them? and whose laughs? and why? Savory was the smell and long past noon, Thallinos in thy house; for marjoram, Basil and mint, and thyme and rosemary, Were sprinkled on the kid's well roasted length, Awaiting Rhaicos. Home he came at last, Not hungry, but pretending hunger keen, With head and eyes just o'er the maple plate. "Thou see'st but badly, coming from the sun, "Come back!" and twin'd her fingers in the hem Above his shoulder. Then she led his steps To a cool rill that ran o'er level sand Through lentisk and through oleander; there Bath'd she his feet, lifting them on her lap When bath'd, and drying them in both her hands. He dar'd complain; for those who most are lov'd Most dare it; but not harsh was his complaint. "O thou inconstant !" said he, "if stern law Bind thee, or will, stronger than sternest law, O, let me know henceforward when to hope The fruit of love that grows for me but here." Down fell the languid brow, both hands fell down, A shriek was carried to the ancient hall Nor word nor whisper sooth'd his ear, nor sound Even of insect wing; but loud laments The woodmen and the shepherds one long year Heard day and night; for Rhaicos would not quit The solitary place, but moan'd and died. Hence milk and honey wonder not, O guest, To find set duly on the hollow stone. THE DEATH OF ARTEMIDORA "ARTEMIDORA! Gods invisible, Artemidora sigh'd, and would have press'd The hand now pressing hers, but was too weak. Fate's shears were over her dark hair un seen While thus Elpenor spake : he look'd into Eyes that had given light and life erewhile To those above them, those now dim with tears And watchfulness. Again he spake of joy, Eternal. At that word, that sad word, joy, Faithful and fond her bosom heav'd once more, Her head fell back: one sob, one loud deep sob Swell'd through the darken'd chamber; 't was not hers: With her that old boat incorruptible, FROM "MYRTIS" The pangs of love? and my first love was he!" Tell me (if ever, Eros! are reveal'd Thy secrets to the earth) have they been true To any love who speak about the first? What! shall these holier lights, like twinkling stars In the few hours assign'd them, change their place, And, when comes ampler splendor, disappear? Idler I am, and pardon, not reply, Thou strikest, like Olympian Jove, but once. Then becomes worst; what loveliest, most deform'd. The heart is hardest in the softest climes, Of God. Awake, ye nations! spring to life! FROM "GEBIR" TAMAR AND THE NYMPH ""TWAS evening, though not sunset, and the tide, Level with these green meadows, seem'd yet higher : 'Twas pleasant, and I loosen'd from my neck The pipe you gave me, and began to play. O that I ne'er had learn'd the tuneful art! It always brings us enemies or love. I, sitting still, survey'd it with my pipe By him who to befriend his steed's dim sight Ever resemble those? Even her attire Her mantle show'd the yellow samphirepod, Her girdle the dove-color'd wave serene. 'Shepherd,' said she, 'and will you wrestle now And with the sailor's hardier race engage?' I was rejoiced to hear it, and contriv'd How to keep up contention: could I fail By pressing not too strongly, yet to press ? "Whether a shepherd, as indeed you seem, Or whether of the hardier race you boast, I am not daunted; no; I will engage.' 'But first,' said she, 'what wager will you lay?' ‘A sheep,' I answered: 'add whate'er you will.' 'I cannot,' she replied, 'make that return: Our hided vessels in their pitchy round Seldom, unless from rapine, hold a sheep. But I have sinuous shells of pearly hue Within, and they that lustre have imbib'd In the sun's palace-porch, where when unyok'd His chariot-wheel stands midway in the wave: Shake one and it awakens, then apply And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there. To baffle touch, and rose forth undefin'd; Above her knee she drew the robe succinct, Above her breast, and just below her arms. 'This will preserve my breath when tightly bound, I clung around her neck; the vest beneath Of secret arts and not of human might; I was indeed o'ercome - with what regret, And more, with what confusion, when I reach'd The fold, and yielding up the sheep, she cried, This pays a shepherd to a conquering maid.' She went away; I on the wicker gate Leant, and could follow with my eyes alone The sheep she carried easy as a cloak; And the long moonbeam on the hard wet sand Lay like a jasper column half uprear'd." TO YOUTH WHERE art thou gone, light-ankled Youth? And smile that never left thy mouth Then somewhat seem'd to whisper near |