TodriftwitheverypassiontillmysoulIsastringedluteonwhichcanwindscanplay，IsitforthisthatIhavegivenawayMineancientwisdomandausterecontrol？
　　Methinksmylifeisatwice-writtenscrollScrawledoveronsomeboyishholidayWithidlesongsforpipeandvirelay，Whichdobutmarthesecretofthewhole。
　　SurelytherewasatimeImighthavetrodThesunlitheights，andfromlife'sdissonanceStruckoneclearchordtoreachtheearsofGod:
　　Isthattimedead？lo!withalittlerodIdidbuttouchthehoneyofromance-
　　AndmustIloseasoul'sinheritance？
　　Poem:SonnetToLibertyNotthatIlovethychildren，whosedulleyesSeenothingsavetheirownunlovelywoe，Whosemindsknownothing，nothingcaretoknow，-
　　ButthattheroarofthyDemocracies，ThyreignsofTerror，thygreatAnarchies，MirrormywildestpassionsliketheseaAndgivemyrageabrother-!Liberty!
　　ForthissakeonlydothydissonantcriesDelightmydiscreetsoul，elsemightallkingsBybloodyknoutortreacherouscannonadesRobnationsoftheirrightsinviolateAndIremainunmoved-andyet，andyet，TheseChriststhatdieuponthebarricades，GodknowsitIamwiththem，insomethings。
　　Poem:AveImperatrixSetinthisstormyNorthernsea，Queenoftheserestlessfieldsoftide，England!whatshallmensayofthee，Beforewhosefeettheworldsdivide？
　　Theearth，abrittleglobeofglass，Liesinthehollowofthyhand，Andthroughitsheartofcrystalpass，Likeshadowsthroughatwilightland，Thespearsofcrimson-suitedwar，Thelongwhite-crestedwavesoffight，AndallthedeadlyfireswhichareThetorchesofthelordsofNight。
　　Theyellowleopards，strainedandlean，ThetreacherousRussianknowssowell，WithgapingblackenedjawsareseenLeapthroughthehailofscreamingshell。
　　Thestrongsea-lionofEngland'swarsHathlefthissapphirecaveofsea，TobattlewiththestormthatmarsThestarsofEngland'schivalry。
　　Thebrazen-throatedclarionblowsAcrossthePathan'sreedyfen，AndthehighsteepsofIndiansnowsShaketothetreadofarmedmen。
　　AndmanyanAfghanchief，wholiesBeneathhiscoolpomegranate-trees，ClutcheshisswordinfiercesurmiseWhenonthemountain-sideheseesThefleet-footMarriscout，whocomesTotellhowhehathheardafarThemeasuredrollofEnglishdrumsBeatatthegatesofKandahar。
　　ForsouthernwindandeastwindmeetWhere，girtandcrownedbyswordandfire，EnglandwithbareandbloodyfeetClimbsthesteeproadofwideempire。
　　OlonelyHimalayanheight，GreypillaroftheIndiansky，Wheresaw'stthoulastinclangingflightOurwingeddogsofVictory？
　　Thealmond-grovesofSamarcand，Bokhara，whereredliliesblow，AndOxus，bywhoseyellowsandThegravewhite-turbanedmerchantsgo:
　　AndonfromthencetoIspahan，Thegildedgardenofthesun，WhencethelongdustycaravanBringscedarwoodandvermilion；
　　AndthatdreadcityofCaboolSetatthemountain'sscarpedfeet，WhosemarbletanksareeverfullWithwaterforthenoondayheat:
　　WherethroughthenarrowstraightBazaarAlittlemaidCircassianIsled，apresentfromtheCzarUntosomeoldandbeardedkhan，-
　　Herehaveourwildwar-eaglesflown，Andflappedwidewingsinfieryfight；
　　Butthesaddove，thatsitsaloneInEngland-shehathnodelight。
　　InvainthelaughinggirlwillleanTogreetherlovewithlove-liteyes:
　　Downinsometreacherousblackravine，Clutchinghisflag，thedeadboylies。
　　AndmanyamoonandsunwillseeThelingeringwistfulchildrenwaitToclimbupontheirfather'sknee；
　　AndineachhousemadedesolatePalewomenwhohavelosttheirlordWillkisstherelicsoftheslain-
　　Sometarnishedepaulette-somesword-
　　Poortoystosoothesuchanguishedpain。
　　FornotinquietEnglishfieldsArethese，ourbrothers，laintorest，WherewemightdecktheirbrokenshieldsWithalltheflowersthedeadlovebest。
　　ForsomearebytheDelhiwalls，AndmanyintheAfghanland，AndmanywheretheGangesfallsThroughsevenmouthsofshiftingsand。
　　AndsomeinRussianwaterslie，AndothersintheseaswhichareTheportalstotheEast，orbyThewind-sweptheightsofTrafalgar。
　　Owanderinggraves!Orestlesssleep!
　　Osilenceofthesunlessday!
　　Ostillravine!Ostormydeep!
　　Giveupyourprey!Giveupyourprey!
　　Andthouwhosewoundsareneverhealed，Whosewearyraceisneverwon，OCromwell'sEngland!mustthouyieldForeveryinchofgroundason？
　　Go!crownwiththornsthygold-crownedhead，Changethygladsongtosongofpain；
　　Windandwildwavehavegotthydead，Andwillnotyieldthembackagain。
　　WaveandwildwindandforeignshorePossesstheflowerofEnglishland-
　　Lipsthatthylipsshallkissnomore，Handsthatshallneverclaspthyhand。
　　WhatprofitnowthatwehaveboundThewholeroundworldwithnetsofgold，IfhiddeninourheartisfoundThecarethatgrowethneverold？
　　Whatprofitthatourgalleysride，Pine-forest-like，oneverymain？
　　Ruinandwreckareatourside，GrimwardersoftheHouseofPain。
　　Wherearethebrave，thestrong，thefleet？
　　WhereisourEnglishchivalry？
　　Wildgrassesaretheirburial-sheet，Andsobbingwavestheirthrenody。
　　Olovedoneslyingfaraway，Whatwordoflovecandeadlipssend!
　　Owasteddust!Osenselessclay!
　　Isthistheend!isthistheend!
　　Peace，peace!wewrongthenobledeadTovextheirsolemnslumberso；
　　Thoughchildless，andwiththorn-crownedhead，UpthesteeproadmustEnglandgo，Yetwhenthisfierywebisspun，HerwatchmenshalldescryfromfarTheyoungRepubliclikeasunRisefromthesecrimsonseasofwar。
　　Poem:ToMiltonMilton!IthinkthyspirithathpassedawayFromthesewhitecliffsandhigh-embattledtowers；
　　Thisgorgeousfiery-colouredworldofoursSeemsfallenintoashesdullandgrey，AndtheagechangeduntoamimicplayWhereinwewasteourelsetoo-crowdedhours:
　　ForallourpompandpageantryandpowersWearebutfittodelvethecommonclay，Seeingthislittleisleonwhichwestand，ThisEngland，thissea-lionofthesea，Byignorantdemagoguesisheldinfee，Wholovehernot:DearGod!isthisthelandWhichbareatripleempireinherhandWhenCromwellspakethewordDemocracy!
　　Poem:LouisNapoleonEagleofAusterlitz!wherewerethywingsWhenfarawayuponabarbarousstrand，Infightunequal，byanobscurehand，FellthelastscionofthybroodofKings!
　　Poorboy!thoushaltnotflauntthycloakofred，OrrideinstatethroughParisinthevanOfthyreturninglegions，butinsteadThymotherFrance，freeandrepublican，ShallonthydeadandcrownlessforeheadplaceThebetterlaurelsofasoldier'scrown，ThatnotdishonouredshouldthysoulgodownTotellthemightySireofthyraceThatFrancehathkissedthemouthofLiberty，Andfounditsweeterthanhishoniedbees，AndthatthegiantwaveDemocracyBreaksontheshoreswhereKingslaycouchedatease。
　　Poem:OnTheMassacreOfTheChristiansInBulgariaChrist，dostThouliveindeed？orareThybonesStillstraitenedintheirrock-hewnsepulchre？
　　AndwasThyRisingonlydreamedbyherWhoseloveofTheeforallhersinatones？
　　Forheretheairishorridwithmen'sgroans，ThepriestswhocalluponThynameareslain，DostThounothearthebitterwailofpainFromthosewhosechildrenlieuponthestones？
　　Comedown，OSonofGod!incestuousgloomCurtainstheland，andthroughthestarlessnightOverThyCrossaCrescentmoonIsee!
　　IfThouinverytruthdidstburstthetombComedown，OSonofMan!andshowThymightLestMahometbecrownedinsteadofThee!
　　Poem:QuantumMutataTherewasatimeinEuropelongagoWhennomandiedforfreedomanywhere，ButEngland'slionleapingfromitslairLaidhandsontheoppressor!itwassoWhileEnglandcouldagreatRepublicshow。
　　WitnessthemenofPiedmont，chiefestcareOfCromwell，whenwithimpotentdespairThePontiffinhispaintedporticoTrembledbeforeoursternambassadors。
　　HowcomesitthenthatfromsuchhighestateWehavethusfallen，savethatLuxuryWithbarrenmerchandisepilesupthegateWherenoblethoughtsanddeedsshouldenterby:
　　ElsemightwestillbeMilton'sheritors。
　　Poem:LibertatisSacraFamesAlbeitnurturedindemocracy，AndlikingbestthatstaterepublicanWhereeverymanisKinglikeandnomanIscrownedabovehisfellows，yetIsee，SpiteofthismodernfretforLiberty，BettertheruleofOne，whomallobey，ThantoletclamorousdemagoguesbetrayOurfreedomwiththekissofanarchy。
　　WhereforeIlovethemnotwhosehandsprofanePlanttheredflaguponthepiled-upstreetFornorightcause，beneathwhoseignorantreignArts，Culture，Reverence，Honour，allthingsfade，SaveTreasonandthedaggerofhertrade，OrMurderwithhissilentbloodyfeet。
　　Poem:TheoretikosThismightyempirehathbutfeetofclay:
　　OfallitsancientchivalryandmightOurlittleislandisforsakenquite:
　　Someenemyhathstolenitscrownofbay，AndfromitshillsthatvoicehathpassedawayWhichspakeofFreedom:Ocomeoutofit，Comeoutofit，mySoul，thouartnotfitForthisviletraffic-house，wheredaybydayWisdomandreverencearesoldatmart，AndtherudepeopleragewithignorantcriesAgainstanheritageofcenturies。
　　Itmarsmycalm:whereforeindreamsofArtAndloftiestcultureIwouldstandapart，NeitherforGod，norforhisenemies。
　　Poem:TheGardenOfErosItisfullsummernow，theheartofJune；
　　NotyetthesunburntreapersareastirUpontheuplandmeadowwheretoosoonRichautumntime，theseason'susurer，Willlendhishoardedgoldtoallthetrees，Andseehistreasurescatteredbythewildandspendthriftbreeze。
　　Toosoonindeed!yetherethedaffodil，Thatlove-childoftheSpring，haslingeredonTovextherosewithjealousy，andstillTheharebellspreadsherazurepavilion，AndlikeastrayedandwanderingrevellerAbandonedofitsbrothers，whomlongsinceJune'smessengerThemissel-thrushhasfrightedfromtheglade，OnepalenarcissusloitersfearfullyClosetoashadowynook，wherehalfafraidOftheirownlovelinesssomevioletslieThatwillnotlookthegoldsuninthefaceForfearoftoomuchsplendour，-ah!methinksitisaplaceWhichshouldbetroddenbyPersephoneWhenweariedoftheflowerlessfieldsofDis!
　　OrdancedonbytheladsofArcady!
　　ThehiddensecretofeternalblissKnowntotheGrecianhereamanmightfind，Ah!youandImayfinditnowifLoveandSleepbekind。
　　TherearetheflowerswhichmourningHeraklesStrewedonthetombofHylas，columbine，Itswhitedovesalla-flutterwherethebreezeKissedthemtooharshly，thesmallcelandine，Thatyellow-kirtledchoristerofeve，Andlilaclady's-smock，-butletthembloomalone，andleaveYonspiredhollyhockred-crocketedToswayitssilentchimes，elsemustthebee，Itslittlebellringer，goseekinsteadSomeotherpleasaunce；theanemoneThatweepsatdaybreak，likeasillygirlBeforeherlove，andhardlyletsthebutterfliesunfurlTheirpaintedwingsbesideit，-biditpineInpalevirginity；thewintersnowWillsuititbetterthanthoselipsofthineWhosefireswouldbutscorchit，rathergoAndpluckthatamorousflowerwhichbloomsalone，Fedbythepanderwindwithdustofkissesnotitsown。
　　Thetrumpet-mouthsofredconvolvulusSodeartomaidens，creamymeadow-sweetWhiterthanJuno'sthroatandodorousAsallArabia，hyacinthsthefeetOfHuntressDianwouldbelothtomarForanydappledfawn，-pluckthese，andthosefondflowerswhichareFairerthanwhatQueenVenustroduponBeneaththepinesofIda，eucharis，Thatmorningstarwhichdoesnotdreadthesun，AndbuddingmarjoramwhichbuttokissWouldsweetenCytheraea'slipsandmakeAdonisjealous，-theseforthyhead，-andforthygirdletakeYoncurvingsprayofpurpleclematisWhosegorgeousdyeoutflamestheTyrianKing，Andfoxgloveswiththeirnoddingchalices，ButthatonenarcisswhichthestartledSpringLetfromherkirtlefallwhenfirstsheheardInherownwoodsthewildtempestuoussongofsummer'sbird，Ah!leaveitforasubtlememoryOfthosesweettremulousdaysofrainandsun，WhenAprillaughedbetweenhertearstoseeTheearlyprimrosewithshyfootstepsrunFromthegnarledoak-treerootstillallthewold，Spiteofitsbrownandtrampledleaves，grewbrightwithshimmeringgold。
　　Nay，pluckittoo，itisnothalfsosweetAsthouthyself，mysoul'sidolatry!
　　Andwhenthouarta-weariedatthyfeetShalloxlipsweavetheirbrightesttapestry，FortheethewoodbineshallforgetitsprideAndveilitstangledwhorls，andthoushaltwalkondaisiespied。
　　AndIwillcutareedbyyonderspringAndmakethewood-godsjealous，andoldPanWonderwhatyoungintruderdarestosingInthesestillhaunts，whereneverfootofmanShouldtreadatevening，lesthechancetospyThemarblelimbsofArtemisandallhercompany。
　　AndIwilltelltheewhythejacinthwearsSuchdreadembroideryofdolorousmoan，AndwhythehaplessnightingaleforbearsTosinghersongatnoon，butweepsaloneWhenthefleetswallowsleeps，andrichmenfeast，Andwhythelaureltrembleswhensheseesthelighteningeast。
　　AndIwillsinghowsadProserpinaUntoagraveandgloomyLordwaswed，Andlurethesilver-breastedHelenaBackfromthelotusmeadowsofthedead，SoshaltthouseethatawfullovelinessForwhichtwomightyHostsmetfearfullyinwar'sabyss!
　　AndthenI'llpipetotheethatGreciantaleHowCynthialovestheladEndymion，AndhiddeninagreyandmistyveilHiestothecliffsofLatmosoncetheSunLeapsfromhisoceanbedinfruitlesschaseOfthosepaleflyingfeetwhichfadeawayinhisembrace。
　　Andifmyflutecanbreathesweetmelody，WemaybeholdHerfacewholongagoDweltamongmenbytheAEgeansea，AndwhosesadhousewithpillagedporticoAndfriezelesswallandcolumnstoppleddownLoomso'ertheruinsofthatfairandvioletcincturedtown。
　　SpiritofBeauty!tarrystillawhile，Theyarenotdead，thineancientvotaries；
　　SomefewtherearetowhomthyradiantsmileIsbetterthanathousandvictories，ThoughallthenoblyslainofWaterlooRiseupinwrathagainstthem!tarrystill，thereareafewWhoforthysakewouldgivetheirmanlihoodAndconsecratetheirbeing；IatleastHavedoneso，madethylipsmydailyfood，AndinthytemplesfoundagoodlierfeastThanthisstarvedagecangiveme，spiteofallItsnew-foundcreedssoscepticalandsodogmatical。
　　HerenotCephissos，notIlissosflows，ThewoodsofwhiteColonosarenothere，Onourbleakhillstheoliveneverblows，NosimplepriestconductshislowingsteerUpthesteepmarbleway，northroughthetownDolaughingmaidensbeartotheethecrocus-floweredgown。
　　Yettarry!fortheboywholovedtheebest，WhoseverynameshouldbeamemoryTomaketheelinger，sleepsinsilentrestBeneaththeRomanwalls，andmelodyStillmournshersweetestlyre；nonecanplayTheluteofAdonais:withhislipsSongpassedaway。
　　Nay，whenKeatsdiedtheMusesstillhadleftOnesilvervoicetosinghisthrenody，Butah!toosoonofitwewerebereftWhenonthatrivennightandstormyseaPantheaclaimedhersingerasherown，Andslewthemouththatpraisedher；sincewhichtimewewalkalone，Saveforthatfieryheart，thatmorningstarOfre-arisenEngland，whosecleareyeSawfromourtotteringthroneandwasteofwarThegrandGreeklimbsofyoungDemocracyRisemightilylikeHesperusandbringThegreatRepublic!himatleastthylovehathtaughttosing，AndhehathbeenwiththeeatThessaly，AndseenwhiteAtalantafleetoffootInpassionlessandfiercevirginityHuntingthetuskedboar，hishoniedluteHathpiercedthecavernofthehollowhill，AndVenuslaughstoknowonekneewillbowbeforeherstill。
　　AndhehathkissedthelipsofProserpine，AndsungtheGalilaean'srequiem，ThatwoundedforeheaddashedwithbloodandwineHehathdiscrowned，theAncientGodsinhimHavefoundtheirlast，mostardentworshipper，AndthenewSigngrowsgreyanddimbeforeitsconqueror。
　　SpiritofBeauty!tarrywithusstill，Itisnotquenchedthetorchofpoesy，ThestarthatshookabovetheEasternhillHoldsunassaileditsargentarmouryFromallthegatheringgloomandfretfulfight-
　　Otarrywithusstill!forthroughthelongandcommonnight，Morris，oursweetandsimpleChaucer'schild，DearheritorofSpenser'stunefulreed，WithsoftandsylvanpipehasoftbeguiledThewearysoulofmanintroublousneed，AndfromthefarandflowerlessfieldsoficeHasbroughtfairflowerstomakeanearthlyparadise。
　　Weknowthemall，Gudrunthestrongmen'sbride，AslaugandOlafsonweknowthemall，HowgiantGrettirfoughtandSigurddied，AndwhatenchantmentheldthekinginthrallWhenlonelyBrynhildwrestledwiththepowersThatwaragainstallpassion，ah!howoftthroughsummerhours，LonglistlesssummerhourswhenthenoonBeingenamouredofadamaskroseForgetstojourneywestward，tillthemoonThepaleusurperofitstributegrowsFromathinsickletoasilvershieldAndchidesitsloiteringcar-howoft，insomecoolgrassyfieldFarfromthecricket-groundandnoisyeight，AtBagley，wheretherustlingbluebellscomeAlmostbeforetheblackbirdfindsamateAndoverstaytheswallow，andthehumOfmanymurmuringbeesflitsthroughtheleaves，HaveIlainporingonthedreamytaleshisfancyweaves，AndthroughtheirunrealwoesandmimicpainWeptformyself，andsowaspurified，Andintheirsimplemirthgrewgladagain；
　　ForasIsaileduponthatpicturedtideThestrengthandsplendourofthestormwasmineWithoutthestorm'sredruin，forthesingerisdivine；
　　ThelittlelaughofwaterfallingdownIsnotsomusical，theclammygoldClosehoardedinthetinywaxentownHaslessofsweetnessinit，andtheoldHalf-witheredreedsthatwavedinArcadyTouchedbyhislipsbreakforthagaintofresherharmony。
　　SpiritofBeauty，tarryyetawhile!
　　AlthoughthecheatingmerchantsofthemartWithironroadsprofaneourlovelyisle，AndbreakonwhirlingwheelsthelimbsofArt，Ay!thoughthecrowdedfactoriesbegetTheblindwormIgnorancethatslaysthesoul，Otarryyet!
　　ForOneatleastthereis，-HebearshisnameFromDanteandtheseraphGabriel，-
　　WhosedoublelaurelsburnwithdeathlessflameTolightthinealtar；Hetoolovestheewell，WhosawoldMerlinluredinVivien'ssnare，Andthewhitefeetofangelscomingdownthegoldenstair，Lovestheesowell，thatalltheWorldforhimAgorgeous-colouredvestituremustwear，AndSorrowtakeapurplediadem，OrelsebenomoreSorrow，andDespairGilditsownthorns，andPain，likeAdon，beEveninanguishbeautiful；-suchistheemperyWhichPaintershold，andsuchtheheritageThisgentlesolemnSpiritdothpossess，BeingabettermirrorofhisageInallhispity，love，andweariness，Thanthosewhocanbutcopycommonthings，AndleavetheSoulunpaintedwithitsmightyquestionings。
　　Buttheyarefew，andallromancehasflown，Andmencanprophesyaboutthesun，Andlectureonhisarrows-how，alone，Throughawastevoidthesoullessatomsrun，Howfromeachtreeitsweepingnymphhasfled，Andthatnomore'midEnglishreedsaNaiadshowsherhead。
　　MethinksthesenewActaeonsboasttoosoonThattheyhavespiedonbeauty；whatifweHaveanalysedtherainbow，robbedthemoonOfhermostancient，chastestmystery，ShallI，thelastEndymion，loseallhopeBecauserudeeyespeeratmymistressthroughatelescope!
　　WhatprofitifthisscientificageBurstthroughourgateswithallitsretinueOfmodernmiracles!CanitassuageOnelover'sbreakingheart？whatcanitdoTomakeonelifemorebeautiful，onedayMoregodlikeinitsperiod？butnowtheAgeofClayReturnsinhorridcycle，andtheearthHathborneagainanoisyprogenyOfignorantTitans，whoseungodlybirthHurlsthemagainsttheaugusthierarchyWhichsatuponOlympus；totheDustTheyhaveappealed，andtothatbarrenarbitertheymustRepairforjudgment；letthem，iftheycan，FromNaturalWarfareandinsensateChance，CreatethenewIdealruleforman!
　　Methinksthatwasnotmyinheritance；
　　ForIwasnurturedotherwise，mysoulPassesfromhigherheightsoflifetoamoresupremegoal。
　　Lo!whilewespaketheearthdidturnawayHervisagefromtheGod，andHecate'sboatRosesilver-laden，tillthejealousdayBlewallitstorchesout:IdidnotnoteThewaninghours，toyoungEndymionsTime'spalsiedfingerscountinvainhisrosaryofsuns!
　　MarkhowtheyellowiriswearilyLeansbackitsthroat，asthoughitwouldbekissedByitsfalsechamberer，thedragon-fly，Who，likeablueveinonagirl'swhitewrist，Sleepsonthatsnowyprimroseofthenight，Which'ginstoflushwithcrimsonshame，anddiebeneaththelight。
　　Comeletusgo，againstthepallidshieldOfthewanskythealmondblossomsgleam，ThecorncrakenestedintheunmownfieldAnswersitsmate，acrossthemistystreamOnfitfulwingthestartledcurlewsfly，Andinhissedgybedthelark，forjoythatDayisnigh，Scattersthepearleddewfromoffthegrass，Intremulousecstasytogreetthesun，WhosooningildedpanoplywillpassForthfromyonorange-curtainedpavilionHungintheburningeast:see，theredrimO'ertopstheexpectanthills!itistheGod!forloveofhimAlreadytheshrilllarkisoutofsight，Floodingwithwavesofsongthissilentdell，-
　　Ah!thereissomethingmoreinthatbird'sflightThancouldbetestedinacrucible!-
　　Buttheairfreshens，letusgo，whysoonThewoodmenwillbehere；howwehavelivedthisnightofJune!
　　Poem:RequiescatTreadlightly，sheisnearUnderthesnow，Speakgently，shecanhearThedaisiesgrow。
　　AllherbrightgoldenhairTarnishedwithrust，ShethatwasyoungandfairFallentodust。
　　Lily-like，whiteassnow，ShehardlyknewShewasawoman，soSweetlyshegrew。
　　Coffin-board，heavystone，Lieonherbreast，Ivexmyheartalone，Sheisatrest。
　　Peace，Peace，shecannothearLyreorsonnet，Allmylife'sburiedhere，Heapearthuponit。
　　AVIGNON
　　Poem:SonnetOnApproachingItalyIreachedtheAlps:thesoulwithinmeburned，Italia，myItalia，atthyname:
　　Andwhenfromoutthemountain'sheartIcameAndsawthelandforwhichmylifehadyearned，Ilaughedasonewhosomegreatprizehadearned:
　　AndmusingonthemarvelofthyfameIwatchedtheday，tillmarkedwithwoundsofflameTheturquoiseskytoburnishedgoldwasturned。
　　Thepine-treeswavedaswavesawoman'shair，AndintheorchardseverytwiningsprayWasbreakingintoflakesofblossomingfoam:
　　ButwhenIknewthatfarawayatRomeInevilbondsasecondPeterlay，Iwepttoseethelandsoveryfair。
　　TURIN。
　　Poem:SanMiniatoSee，IhaveclimbedthemountainsideUptothisholyhouseofGod，WhereoncethatAngel-PaintertrodWhosawtheheavensopenedwide，AndthroneduponthecrescentmoonTheVirginalwhiteQueenofGrace，-
　　Mary!couldIbutseethyfaceDeathcouldnotcomeatalltoosoon。
　　OcrownedbyGodwiththornsandpain!
　　MotherofChrist!Omysticwife!
　　MyheartiswearyofthislifeAndover-sadtosingagain。
　　OcrownedbyGodwithloveandflame!
　　OcrownedbyChristtheHolyOne!
　　OlistenerethesearchingsunShowtotheworldmysinandshame。
　　Poem:AveMariaGratiaPlenaWasthisHiscoming!IhadhopedtoseeAsceneofwondrousglory，aswastoldOfsomegreatGodwhoinarainofgoldBrokeopenbarsandfellonDanae:
　　OradreadvisionaswhenSemeleSickeningforloveandunappeaseddesirePrayedtoseeGod'sclearbody，andthefireCaughtherbrownlimbsandslewherutterly:
　　WithsuchgladdreamsIsoughtthisholyplace，AndnowwithwonderingeyesandheartIstandBeforethissuprememysteryofLove:
　　Somekneelinggirlwithpassionlesspaleface，Anangelwithalilyinhishand，AndoverboththewhitewingsofaDove。
　　FLORENCE。
　　Poem:ItaliaItalia!thouartfallen，thoughwithsheenOfbattle-spearsthyclamorousarmiesstrideFromthenorthAlpstotheSiciliantide!
　　Ay!fallen，thoughthenationshailtheeQueenBecauserichgoldineverytownisseen，Andonthysapphire-lakeintossingprideOfwind-filledvansthymyriadgalleysrideBeneathoneflagofredandwhiteandgreen。
　　OFairandStrong!OStrongandFairinvain!
　　LooksouthwardwhereRome'sdesecratedtownLiesmourningforherGod-anointedKing!
　　Lookheaven-ward!shallGodallowthisthing？
　　Nay!butsomeflame-girtRaphaelshallcomedown，AndsmitetheSpoilerwiththeswordofpain。
　　VENICE。
　　Poem:HolyWeekAtGenoaIwanderedthroughScoglietto'sfarretreat，Theorangesoneacho'erhangingsprayBurnedasbrightlampsofgoldtoshametheday；
　　SomestartledbirdwithflutteringwingsandfleetMadesnowofalltheblossoms；atmyfeetLikesilvermoonsthepalenarcissilay:
　　AndthecurvedwavesthatstreakedthegreatgreenbayLaughedi'thesun，andlifeseemedverysweet。
　　Outsidetheyoungboy-priestpassedsingingclear，'JesusthesonofMaryhasbeenslain，OcomeandfillHissepulchrewithflowers。'
　　Ah，God!Ah，God!thosedearHellenichoursHaddrownedallmemoryofThybitterpain，TheCross，theCrown，theSoldiersandtheSpear。
　　Poem:RomeUnvisitedI。
　　Thecornhasturnedfromgreytored，SincefirstmyspiritwanderedforthFromthedrearcitiesofthenorth，AndtoItalia'smountainsfled。
　　AndhereIsetmyfacetowardshome，Forallmypilgrimageisdone，Although，methinks，yonblood-redsunMarshalsthewaytoHolyRome。
　　OBlessedLady，whodostholdUponthesevenhillsthyreign!
　　OMotherwithoutblotorstain，Crownedwithbrightcrownsoftriplegold!
　　ORoma，Roma，atthyfeetIlaythisbarrengiftofsong!
　　For，ah!thewayissteepandlongThatleadsuntothysacredstreet。
　　II。
　　AndyetwhatjoyitwereformeToturnmyfeetuntothesouth，AndjourneyingtowardstheTibermouthTokneelagainatFiesole!
　　AndwanderingthroughthetangledpinesThatbreakthegoldofArno'sstream，ToseethepurplemistandgleamOfmorningontheApenninesBymanyavineyard-hiddenhome，Orchardandolive-gardengrey，TillfromthedrearCampagna'swayThesevenhillsbearupthedome!
　　III。
　　Apilgrimfromthenorthernseas-
　　WhatjoyformetoseekaloneThewondroustempleandthethroneOfhimwhoholdstheawfulkeys!
　　When，brightwithpurpleandwithgoldComepriestandholycardinal，AndborneabovetheheadsofallThegentleShepherdoftheFold。
　　OjoytoseebeforeIdieTheonlyGod-anointedking，AndhearthesilvertrumpetsringAtriumphashepassesby!
　　Oratthebrazen-pillaredshrineHoldshighthemysticsacrifice，AndshowshisGodtohumaneyesBeneaththeveilofbreadandwine。
　　IV。
　　Forlo，whatchangestimecanbring!
　　ThecyclesofrevolvingyearsMayfreemyheartfromallitsfears，Andteachmylipsasongtosing。
　　BeforeyonfieldoftremblinggoldIsgarneredintodustysheaves，Oreretheautumn'sscarletleavesFlutterasbirdsadownthewold，Imayhaverunthegloriousrace，Andcaughtthetorchwhileyetaflame，AndcalledupontheholynameOfHimwhonowdothhideHisface。
　　ARONA。
　　Poem:UrbsSacraAeternaRome!whatascrollofHistorythinehasbeen；
　　InthefirstdaysthyswordrepublicanRuledthewholeworldformanyanage'sspan:
　　ThenofthepeopleswertthouroyalQueen，TillinthystreetsthebeardedGothwasseen；
　　AndnowuponthywallsthebreezesfanAh，citycrownedbyGod，discrownedbyman!
　　Thehatedflagofredandwhiteandgreen。
　　Whenwasthyglory!wheninsearchforpowerThineeaglesflewtogreetthedoublesun，Andthewildnationsshudderedatthyrod？
　　Nay，butthyglorytarriedforthishour，WhenpilgrimskneelbeforetheHolyOne，TheprisonedshepherdoftheChurchofGod。
　　MONTREMARIO。
　　Poem:SonnetOnHearingTheDiesIraeSungInTheSistineChapelNay，Lord，notthus!whiteliliesinthespring，Sadolive-groves，orsilver-breasteddove，TeachmemoreclearlyofThylifeandloveThanterrorsofredflameandthundering。
　　ThehillsidevinesdearmemoriesofTheebring:
　　AbirdateveningflyingtoitsnestTellsmeofOnewhohadnoplaceofrest:
　　IthinkitisofTheethesparrowssing。
　　Comeratheronsomeautumnafternoon，Whenredandbrownareburnishedontheleaves，Andthefieldsechotothegleaner'ssong，ComewhenthesplendidfulnessofthemoonLooksdownupontherowsofgoldensheaves，AndreapThyharvest:wehavewaitedlong。
　　Poem:EasterDayThesilvertrumpetsrangacrosstheDome:
　　Thepeoplekneltuponthegroundwithawe:
　　AndborneuponthenecksofmenIsaw，LikesomegreatGod，theHolyLordofRome。
　　Priest-like，heworearobemorewhitethanfoam，And，king-like，swathedhimselfinroyalred，Threecrownsofgoldrosehighuponhishead:
　　InsplendourandinlightthePopepassedhome。
　　MyheartstolebackacrosswidewastesofyearsToOnewhowanderedbyalonelysea，Andsoughtinvainforanyplaceofrest:
　　'Foxeshaveholes，andeverybirditsnest。
　　I，onlyI，mustwanderwearily，Andbruisemyfeet，anddrinkwinesaltwithtears。'
　　Poem:ETenebrisComedown，OChrist，andhelpme!reachThyhand，ForIamdrowninginastormierseaThanSimononThylakeofGalilee:
　　Thewineoflifeisspiltuponthesand，Myheartisassomefamine-murderedlandWhenceallgoodthingshaveperishedutterly，AndwellIknowmysoulinHellmustlieIfIthisnightbeforeGod'sthroneshouldstand。
　　'Hesleepsperchance，orridethtothechase，LikeBaal，whenhisprophetshowledthatnameFrommorntonoononCarmel'ssmittenheight。'
　　Nay，peace，Ishallbehold，beforethenight，Thefeetofbrass，therobemorewhitethanflame，Thewoundedhands，thewearyhumanface。
　　Poem:VitaNuovaIstoodbytheunvintageableseaTillthewetwavesdrenchedfaceandhairwithspray；
　　ThelongredfiresofthedyingdayBurnedinthewest；thewindpipeddrearily；
　　Andtothelandtheclamorousgullsdidflee:
　　'Alas!'Icried，'mylifeisfullofpain，AndwhocangarnerfruitorgoldengrainFromthesewastefieldswhichtravailceaselessly!'
　　Mynetsgapedwidewithmanyabreakandflaw，NathlessIthrewthemasmyfinalcastIntothesea，andwaitedfortheend。
　　Whenlo!asuddenglory!andIsawFromtheblackwatersofmytorturedpastTheargentsplendourofwhitelimbsascend!
　　Poem:MadonnaMiaAlily-girl，notmadeforthisworld'spain，Withbrown，softhairclosebraidedbyherears，AndlongingeyeshalfveiledbyslumberoustearsLikebluestwaterseenthroughmistsofrain:
　　Palecheekswhereonnolovehathleftitsstain，Redunderlipdrawninforfearoflove，Andwhitethroat，whiterthanthesilvereddove，Throughwhosewanmarblecreepsonepurplevein。
　　Yet，thoughmylipsshallpraiseherwithoutcease，EventokissherfeetIamnotbold，Beingo'ershadowedbythewingsofawe，LikeDante，whenhestoodwithBeatriceBeneaththeflamingLion'sbreast，andsawTheseventhCrystal，andtheStairofGold。
　　Poem:TheNewHelenWherehastthoubeensinceroundthewallsofTroyThesonsofGodfoughtinthatgreatemprise？
　　Whydostthouwalkourcommonearthagain？
　　Hastthouforgottenthatimpassionedboy，HispurplegalleyandhisTyrianmenAndtreacherousAphrodite'smockingeyes？
　　Forsurelyitwasthou，who，likeastarHunginthesilversilenceofthenight，DidstluretheOldWorld'schivalryandmightIntotheclamorouscrimsonwavesofwar!
　　Ordidstthourulethefire-ladenmoon？
　　InamorousSidonwasthytemplebuiltOverthelightandlaughteroftheseaWhere，behindlatticescarlet-wroughtandgilt，Somebrown-limbedgirldidweavetheetapestry，Allthroughthewasteandweariedhoursofnoon；
　　Tillherwancheekwithflameofpassionburned，Andsheroseupthesea-washedlipstokissOfsomegladCypriansailor，safereturnedFromCalpeandthecliffsofHerakles!
　　No!thouartHelen，andnoneotherone!
　　ItwasfortheethatyoungSarpedondied，AndMemnon'smanhoodwasuntimelyspent；
　　Itwasfortheegold-crestedHectortriedWithThetis'childthatevilracetorun，Inthelastyearofthybeleaguerment；
　　Ay!evennowthegloryofthyfameBurnsinthosefieldsoftrampledasphodel，WherethehighlordswhomIlionknewsowellClashghostlyshields，andcalluponthyname。
　　Wherehastthoubeen？inthatenchantedlandWhoseslumberingvalesforlornCalypsoknew，WherenevermowerroseatbreakofdayButallunswathedthetrammellinggrassesgrew，AndthesadshepherdsawthetallcornstandTillsummer'sredhadchangedtowitheredgrey？
　　DidstthoulietherebysomeLethaeanstreamDeepbroodingonthineancientmemory，Thecrashofbrokenspears，thefierygleamFromshiveredhelm，theGrecianbattle-cry？
　　Nay，thouwerthiddeninthathollowhillWithonewhoisforgottenutterly，ThatdiscrownedQueenmencalltheErycine；
　　HiddenawaythatnevermightstthouseeThefaceofHer，beforewhosemoulderingshrineTo-dayatRomethesilentnationskneel；
　　WhogatfromLovenojoyousgladdening，ButonlyLove'sintolerablepain，Onlyaswordtopierceherheartintwain，Onlythebitternessofchild-bearing。
　　Thelotus-leaveswhichhealthewoundsofDeathLieinthyhand；O，bethoukindtome，WhileyetIknowthesummerofmydays；
　　ForhardlycanmytremulouslipsdrawbreathTofillthesilvertrumpetwiththypraise，SobowedamIbeforethymystery；
　　SobowedandbrokenonLove'sterriblewheel，ThatIhavelostallhopeandhearttosing，YetcareInotwhatruintimemaybringIfinthytemplethouwiltletmekneel。
　　Alas，alas，thouwiltnottarryhere，But，likethatbird，theservantofthesun，Whofliesbeforethenorthwindandthenight，Sowiltthouflyourevillandanddrear，Backtothetowerofthineolddelight，AndtheredlipsofyoungEuphorion；
　　NorshallIeverseethyfaceagain，Butinthispoisonousgarden-closemuststay，Crowningmybrowswiththethorn-crownofpain，Tillallmylovelesslifeshallpassaway。
　　OHelen!Helen!Helen!yetawhile，Yetforalittlewhile，O，tarryhere，Tillthedawncomethandtheshadowsflee!
　　ForinthegladsomesunlightofthysmileOfheavenorhellIhavenothoughtorfear，SeeingIknownoothergodbutthee:
　　Noothergodsavehim，beforewhosefeetInnetsofgoldthetiredplanetsmove，TheincarnatespiritofspiritualloveWhointhybodyholdshisjoyousseat。
　　Thouwertnotbornascommonwomenare!
　　But，girtwithsilversplendourofthefoam，Didstfromthedepthsofsapphireseasarise!
　　Andatthycomingsomeimmortalstar，Beardedwithflame，blazedintheEasternskies，Andwakedtheshepherdsonthineisland-home。
　　Thoushaltnotdie:noaspsofEgyptcreepCloseatthyheelstotaintthedelicateair；
　　Nosullen-bloomingpoppiesstainthyhair，Thosescarletheraldsofeternalsleep。
　　Lilyoflove，pureandinviolate!
　　Towerofivory!redroseoffire!
　　Thouhastcomedownourdarknesstoillume:
　　Forwe，close-caughtinthewidenetsofFate，WeariedwithwaitingfortheWorld'sDesire，AimlesslywanderedintheHouseofgloom，AimlesslysoughtsomeslumberousanodyneForwastedlives，forlingeringwretchedness，Tillwebeheldthyre-arisenshrine，Andthewhitegloryofthyloveliness。
　　Poem:TheBurdenOfItysThisEnglishThamesisholierfarthanRome，ThoseharebellslikeasuddenflushofseaBreakingacrossthewoodland，withthefoamOfmeadow-sweetandwhiteanemoneToflecktheirbluewaves，-GodislikelierthereThanhiddeninthatcrystal-heartedstarthepalemonksbear!
　　Thoseviolet-gleamingbutterfliesthattakeYoncreamylilyfortheirpavilionAremonsignores，andwheretherushesshakeAlazypikeliesbaskinginthesun，Hiseyeshalfshut，-heissomemitredoldBishopinPARTIBUS!lookatthosegaudyscalesallgreenandgold。
　　ThewindtherestlessprisonerofthetreesDoeswellforPalaestrina，onewouldsayThemightymaster'shandswereonthekeysOftheMariaorgan，whichtheyplayWhenearlyonsomesapphireEastermornInahighlitterredasbloodorsinthePopeisborneFromhisdarkHouseouttotheBalconyAbovethebronzegatesandthecrowdedsquare，WhoseveryfountainsseemforecstasyTotosstheirsilverlancesintheair，AndstretchingoutweakhandstoEastandWestInvainsendspeacetopeacelesslands，torestlessnationsrest。
　　Isnotyonlingeringorangeafter-glowThatstaystovexthemoonmorefairthanallRome'slordliestpageants!strange，ayearagoIkneltbeforesomecrimsonCardinalWhobaretheHostacrosstheEsquiline，Andnow-thosecommonpoppiesinthewheatseemtwiceasfine。
　　Theblue-greenbeanfieldsyonder，tremulousWiththelastshower，sweeterperfumebringThroughthiscooleveningthantheodorousFlame-jewelledcenserstheyoungdeaconsswing，Whenthegreypriestunlocksthecurtainedshrine，AndmakesGod'sbodyfromthecommonfruitofcornandvine。
　　PoorFraGiovannibawlingatthemassWereoutoftunenow，forasmallbrownbirdSingsoverhead，andthroughthelongcoolgrassIseethatthrobbingthroatwhichonceIheardOnstarlithillsofflower-starredArcady，OncewherethewhiteandcrescentsandofSalamismeetssea。
　　SweetistheswallowtwitteringontheeavesAtdaybreak，whenthemowerwhetshisscythe，Andstock-dovesmurmur，andthemilkmaidleavesHerlittlelonelybed，andcarolsblitheToseetheheavy-lowingcattlewaitStretchingtheirhugeanddrippingmouthsacrossthefarmyardgate。
　　AndsweetthehopsupontheKentishleas，Andsweetthewindthatliftsthenew-mownhay，AndsweetthefretfulswarmsofgrumblingbeesThatroundandroundthelindenblossomsplay；
　　Andsweettheheiferbreathinginthestall，Andthegreenburstingfigsthathanguponthered-brickwall，AndsweettohearthecuckoomockthespringWhilethelastvioletloitersbythewell，AndsweettoheartheshepherdDaphnissingThesongofLinusthroughasunnydellOfwarmArcadiawherethecornisgoldAndtheslightlithe-limbedreapersdanceaboutthewattledfold。
　　AndsweetwithyoungLycoristoreclineInsomeIllyrianvalleyfaraway，WherecanopiedonherbsamaracineWetoomightwastethesummer-tranceddayMatchingourreedsinsportiverivalry，Whilefarbeneathusfretsthetroubledpurpleofthesea。
　　Butsweeterfarifsilver-sandalledfootOfsomelong-hiddenGodshouldevertreadTheNunehammeadows，ifwithreededflutePressedtohislipssomeFaunmightraisehisheadBythegreenwater-flags，ah!sweetindeedToseetheheavenlyherdsmancallhiswhite-fleecedflocktofeed。
　　Thensingtomethoutunefulchorister，Thoughwhatthousing'stbethineownrequiem!
　　TellmethytalethouhaplesschroniclerOfthineowntragedies!donotcontemnTheseunfamiliarhaunts，thisEnglishfield，FormanyalovelycoronalournorthernislecanyieldWhichGrecianmeadowsknownot，manyaroseWhichalldaylonginvalesAEolianAladmightseekinvainforover-growsOurhedgeslikeawantoncourtesanUnthriftyofitsbeauty；liliestooIlissosnevermirroredstarourstreams，andcocklesblueDotthegreenwheatwhich，thoughtheyarethesignsForswallowsgoingsouth，wouldneverspreadTheirazuretentsbetweentheAtticvines；
　　Eventhatlittleweedofraggedred，Whichbidstherobinpipe，inArcadyWouldbeatrespasser，andmanyanunsungelegySleepsinthereedsthatfringeourwindingThamesWhichtoawakeweresweeterravishmentThaneverSyrinxweptfor；diademsOfbrownbee-studdedorchidswhichweremeantForCytheraea'sbrowsarehiddenhereUnknowntoCytheraea，andbyyonderpasturingsteerThereisatinyyellowdaffodil，Thebutterflycanseeitfromafar，Althoughonesummerevening'sdewcouldfillItslittlecuptwiceovererethestarHadcalledthelazyshepherdtohisfoldAndbenoprodigal；eachleafisfleckedwithspottedgoldAsifJove'sgorgeouslemanDanaeHotfromhisgildedarmshadstoopedtokissThetremblingpetals，oryoungMercuryLow-flyingtotheduskyfordofDisHadwithonefeatherofhispinionsJustbrushedthem!theslightstemwhichbearstheburdenofitssunsIshardlythickerthanthegossamer，OrpoorArachne'ssilvertapestry，-
　　MensayitbloomeduponthesepulchreOfOneIsometimeworshipped，buttomeItseemstobringdivinermemoriesOffaun-lovedHeliconiangladesandbluenymph-hauntedseas，OfanuntroddenvaleatTempewhereOntheclearriver'smargeNarcissuslies，Thetangleoftheforestinhishair，Thesilenceofthewoodlandinhiseyes，WooingthatdriftingimagerywhichisNosoonerkissedthanbroken；memoriesofSalmacisWhoisnotboynorgirlandyetisboth，FedbytwofiresandunsatisfiedThroughtheirexcess，eachpassionbeinglothForlove'sownsaketoleavetheother'ssideYetkillinglovebystaying；memoriesOfOreadspeepingthroughtheleavesofsilentmoonlittrees，OflonelyAriadneonthewharfAtNaxos，whenshesawthetreacherouscrewFaroutatsea，andwavedhercrimsonscarfAndcalledfalseTheseusbackagainnorknewThatDionysosonanamberpardWasclosebehindher；memoriesofwhatMaeonia'sbardWithsightlesseyesbeheld，thewallofTroy，QueenHelenlyingintheivoryroom，Andathersideanamorousred-lippedboyTrimmingwithdaintyhandhishelmet'splume，Andfarawaythemoil，theshout，thegroan，AsHectorshieldedoffthespearandAjaxhurledthestone；
　　OfwingedPerseuswithhisflawlessswordCleavingthesnakytressesofthewitch，AndallthosetalesimperishablystoredInlittleGrecianurns，freightagemorerichThananygaudygalleonofSpainBarefromtheIndiesever!theseatleastbringbackagain，ForwellIknowtheyarenotdeadatall，TheancientGodsofGrecianpoesy:
　　Theyareasleep，andwhentheyheartheecallWillwakeandthink'tisveryThessaly，ThisThamestheDaulianwaters，thiscoolgladeTheyellow-irisedmeadwhereonceyoungItyslaughedandplayed。
　　Ifitwasthoudearjasmine-cradledbirdWhofromtheleafystillnessofthythroneSangtothewondrousboy，untilheheardThehornofAtalantafaintlyblownAcrosstheCumnorhills，andwanderingThroughBagleywoodateveningfoundtheAtticpoets'spring，-
　　Ah!tinysober-suitedadvocateThatpleadestforthemoonagainsttheday!
　　IfthoudidstmaketheshepherdseekhismateOnthatsweetquesting，whenProserpinaForgotitwasnotSicilyandleantAcrossthemossySandfordstileinravishedwonderment，-
　　Light-wingedandbright-eyedmiracleofthewood!
　　IfeverthoudidstsoothewithmelodyOneofthatlittleclan，thatbrotherhoodWhichlovedthemorning-starofTuscanyMorethantheperfectsunofRaphaelAndisimmortal，singtome!forItoolovetheewell。
　　Singon!singon!letthedullworldgrowyoung，Letelementalthingstakeformagain，AndtheoldshapesofBeautywalkamongThesimplegarthsandopencrofts，aswhenThesonofLetobarethewillowrod，AndthesoftsheepandshaggygoatsfollowedtheboyishGod。
　　Singon!singon!andBacchuswillbehereAstrideuponhisgorgeousIndianthrone，AndoverwhimperingtigersshakethespearWithyellowivycrownedandgummycone，WhileathissidethewantonBassaridWillthrowthelionbythemaneandcatchthemountainkid!
　　Singon!andIwillweartheleopardskin，AndstealthemoonedwingsofAshtaroth，UponwhoseicychariotwecouldwinCithaeroninanhourerethefrothHasover-brimmedthewine-vatortheFaunCeasedfromthetreading!ay，beforetheflickeringlampofdawnHasscaredthehootingowlettoitsnest，Andwarnedthebattocloseitsfilmyvans，SomeMaenadgirlwithvine-leavesonherbreastWillfilchtheirbeech-nutsfromthesleepingPansSosoftlythatthelittlenestedthrushWillneverwake，andthenwithshrillylaughandleapwillrushDownthegreenvalleywherethefallendewLiesthickbeneaththeelmandcountherstore，TillthebrownSatyrsinajollycrewTrampletheloosestrifedownalongtheshore，AndwheretheirhornedmastersitsinstateBringstrawberriesandbloomyplumsuponawickercrate!
　　Singon!andsoonwithpassion-weariedfaceThroughthecoolleavesApollo'sladwillcome，TheTyrianprincehisbristledboarwillchaseAdownthechestnut-copsesalla-bloom，Andivory-limbed，grey-eyed，withlookofpride，Afteryonvelvet-coateddeerthevirginmaidwillride。
　　Singon!andIthedyingboywillseeStainwithhispurplebloodthewaxenbellThatoverweighsthejacinth，andtomeThewretchedCyprianherwoewilltell，AndIwillkisshermouthandstreamingeyes，Andleadhertothemyrtle-hiddengrovewhereAdonlies!
　　CryoutaloudonItys!memoryThatfoster-brotherofremorseandpainDropspoisoninmineear，-Otobefree，Toburnone'soldships!andtolaunchagainIntothewhite-plumedbattleofthewavesAndfightoldProteusforthespoilofcoral-floweredcaves!
　　OforMedeawithherpoppiedspell!
　　OforthesecretoftheColchianshrine!
　　OforoneleafofthatpaleasphodelWhichbindsthetiredbrowsofProserpine，AndshedssuchwondrousdewsatevethatsheDreamsofthefieldsofEnna，bythefarSiciliansea，Whereoftthegolden-girdledbeeshechasedFromlilytolilyonthelevelmead，EreyethersombreLordhadbidhertasteThedeadlyfruitofthatpomegranateseed，EretheblacksteedshadharriedherawayDowntothefaintandflowerlessland，thesickandsunlessday。
　　OforonemidnightandasparamourTheVenusofthelittleMelianfarm!
　　OthatsomeantiquestatueforonehourMightwaketopassion，andthatIcouldcharmTheDawnatFlorencefromitsdumbdespair，Mixwiththosemightylimbsandmakethatgiantbreastmylair!
　　Singon!singon!Iwouldbedrunkwithlife，Drunkwiththetrampledvintageofmyyouth，Iwouldforgetthewearyingwastedstrife，Therivenveil，theGorgoneyesofTruth，Theprayerlessvigilandthecryforprayer，Thebarrengifts，theliftedarms，thedullinsensateair!
　　Singon!singon!OfeatheredNiobe，Thoucanstmakesorrowbeautiful，andstealFromjoyitssweetestmusic，notasweWhobydeadvoicelesssilencestrivetohealOurtoountentedwounds，anddobutkeepPainbarricadoedinourhearts，andmurderpillowedsleep。
　　Singlouderyet，whymustIstillbeholdThewanwhitefaceofthatdesertedChrist，Whosebleedinghandsmyhandsdidonceenfold，Whosesmittenlipsmylipssoofthavekissed，AndnowinmuteandmarblemiserySitsinhislonedishonouredHouseandweeps，perchanceforme？
　　OMemorycastdownthywreathedshell!
　　BreakthyhoarseluteOsadMelpomene!
　　OSorrow，SorrowkeepthycloisteredcellNordimwithtearsthislimpidCastaly!
　　Cease，Philomel，thoudosttheforestwrongTovexitssylvanquietwithsuchwildimpassionedsong!
　　Cease，cease，orif'tisanguishtobedumbTakefromthepastoralthrushhersimplerair，WhosejocundcarelessnessdothmorebecomeThisEnglishwoodlandthanthykeendespair，Ah!ceaseandletthenorthwindbearthylayBacktotherockyhillsofThrace，thestormyDaulianbay。
　　Amomentmore，thestartledleaveshadstirred，EndymionwouldhavepassedacrossthemeadMoonstruckwithlove，andthisstillThameshadheardPanplashandpaddlegropingforsomereedTolurefromherbluecavethatNaiadmaidWhoforsuchpipinglistenshalfinjoyandhalfafraid。
　　Amomentmore，thewakingdovehadcooed，ThesilverdaughterofthesilverseaWiththefondgyvesofclinginghandshadwooedHerwantonfromthechase，andDryopeHadthrustasidethebranchesofheroakToseethelustygold-hairedladreininhissnortingyoke。
　　Amomentmore，thetreeshadstoopedtokissPaleDaphnejustawakeningfromtheswoonOftremulouslaurels，lonelySalmacisHadbaredhisbarrenbeautytothemoon，AndthroughthevalewithsadvoluptuoussmileAntinoushadwandered，theredlotusoftheNileDownleaningfromhisblackandclusteringhair，Toshadethoseslumberouseyelids'cavernedbliss，OrelseonyondergrassyslopewithbareHigh-tunicedlimbsunravishedArtemisHadbadeherhoundsgivetongue，androusedthedeerFromhisgreenambuscadewithshrillhallooandprickingspear。
　　Liestill，liestill，Opassionateheart，liestill!
　　OMelancholy，foldthyravenwing!
　　OsobbingDryad，fromthyhollowhillComenotwithsuchdespondentanswering!
　　NomorethouwingedMarsyascomplain，Apollolovethnottohearsuchtroubledsongsofpain!
　　Itwasadream，thegladeistenantless，NosoftIonianlaughtermovestheair，TheThamescreepsoninsluggishleadenness，AndfromthecopseleftdesolateandbareFledisyoungBacchuswithhisrevelry，YetstillfromNunehamwoodtherecomesthatthrillingmelodySosad，thatonemightthinkahumanheartBrakeineachseparatenote，aqualityWhichmusicsometimeshas，beingtheArtWhichismostnightotearsandmemory；
　　PoormourningPhilomel，whatdostthoufear？
　　Thysisterdothnothauntthesefields，Pandionisnothere，HereisnocruelLordwithmurderousblade，Nowovenwebofbloodyheraldries，Butmossydellsforrovingcomradesmade，WarmvalleyswherethetiredstudentliesWithhalf-shutbook，andmanyawindingwalkWhererusticloversstrayateveinhappysimpletalk。
　　TheharmlessrabbitgambolswithitsyoungAcrossthetrampledtowing-path，wherelateAtroopoflaughingboysinjostlingthrongCheeredwiththeirnoisycriestheracingeight；
　　Thegossamer，withravelledsilverthreads，Worksatitslittleloom，andfromtheduskyred-eavedshedsOftheloneFarmaflickeringlightshinesoutWheretheswinkedshepherddriveshisbleatingflockBacktotheirwattledsheep-cotes，afaintshoutComesfromsomeOxfordboatatSandfordlock，Andstartsthemoor-henfromthesedgyrill，Andthedimlengtheningshadowsflitlikeswallowsupthehill。
　　Theheronpasseshomewardtothemere，Thebluemistcreepsamongtheshiveringtrees，Goldworldbyworldthesilentstarsappear，AndlikeablossomblownbeforethebreezeAwhitemoondriftsacrosstheshimmeringsky，Mutearbitressofallthysad，thyrapturousthrenody。
　　Shedoesnotheedthee，whereforeshouldsheheed，SheknowsEndymionisnotfaraway；
　　'TisI，'tisI，whosesoulisasthereedWhichhasnomessageofitsowntoplay，Sopipesanother'sbidding，itisI，Driftingwitheverywindonthewideseaofmisery。
　　Ah!thebrownbirdhasceased:oneexquisitetrillAboutthesombrewoodlandseemstoclingDyinginmusic，elsetheairisstill，Sostillthatonemighthearthebat'ssmallwingWanderandwheelabovethepines，ortellEachtinydew-dropdrippingfromthebluebell'sbrimmingcell。
　　Andfarawayacrossthelengtheningwold，Acrossthewillowyflatsandthicketsbrown，Magdalen'stalltowertippedwithtremulousgoldMarksthelongHighStreetofthelittletown，Andwarnsmetoreturn；Imustnotwait，Hark!'tisthecurfewboomingfromthebellatChristChurchgate。
　　Poem:ImpressionDuMatinTheThamesnocturneofblueandgoldChangedtoaHarmonyingrey:
　　Abargewithochre-colouredhayDroptfromthewharf:andchillandcoldTheyellowfogcamecreepingdownThebridges，tillthehouses'wallsSeemedchangedtoshadowsandSt。Paul'sLoomedlikeabubbleo'erthetown。
　　ThensuddenlyarosetheclangOfwakinglife；thestreetswerestirredWithcountrywaggons:andabirdFlewtotheglisteningroofsandsang。
　　Butonepalewomanallalone，Thedaylightkissingherwanhair，Loiteredbeneaththegaslamps'flare，Withlipsofflameandheartofstone。
　　Poem:MagdalenWalksThelittlewhitecloudsareracingoverthesky，AndthefieldsarestrewnwiththegoldoftheflowerofMarch，Thedaffodilbreaksunderfoot，andthetasselledlarchSwaysandswingsasthethrushgoeshurryingby。
　　Adelicateodourisborneonthewingsofthemorningbreeze，Theodourofdeepwetgrass，andofbrownnew-furrowedearth，ThebirdsaresingingforjoyoftheSpring'sgladbirth，Hoppingfrombranchtobranchontherockingtrees。
　　AndallthewoodsarealivewiththemurmurandsoundofSpring，Andtherose-budbreaksintopinkontheclimbingbriar，Andthecrocus-bedisaquiveringmoonoffireGirdledroundwiththebeltofanamethystring。
　　Andtheplanetothepine-treeiswhisperingsometaleofloveTillitrustleswithlaughterandtossesitsmantleofgreen，Andthegloomofthewych-elm'shollowislitwiththeirissheenOftheburnishedrainbowthroatandthesilverbreastofadove。
　　See!thelarkstartsupfromhisbedinthemeadowthere，Breakingthegossamerthreadsandthenetsofdew，Andflashingadowntheriver，aflameofblue!
　　Thekingfisherflieslikeanarrow，andwoundstheair。