Poem:AthanasiaTothatgauntHouseofArtwhichlacksfornaughtOfallthegreatthingsmenhavesavedfromTime，ThewitheredbodyofagirlwasbroughtDeaderetheworld'sgladyouthhadtoucheditsprime，AndseenbylonelyArabslyinghidInthedimwombofsomeblackpyramid。
　　ButwhentheyhadunloosedthelinenbandWhichswathedtheEgyptian'sbody，-lo!wasfoundClosedinthewastedhollowofherhandAlittleseed，whichsowninEnglishgroundDidwondroussnowofstarryblossomsbearAndspreadrichodoursthroughourspring-tideair。
　　WithsuchstrangeartsthisflowerdidallureThatallforgottenwastheasphodel，Andthebrownbee，thelily'sparamour，Forsookthecupwherehewaswonttodwell，Fornotathingofearthitseemedtobe，ButstolenfromsomeheavenlyArcady。
　　Invainthesadnarcissus，wanandwhiteAtitsownbeauty，hungacrossthestream，Thepurpledragon-flyhadnodelightWithitsgolddusttomakehiswingsa-gleam，Ah!nodelightthejasmine-bloomtokiss，Orbrushtherain-pearlsfromtheeucharis。
　　ForloveofitthepassionatenightingaleForgotthehillsofThrace，thecruelking，AndthepaledovenolongercaredtosailThroughthewetwoodsattimeofblossoming，ButroundthisflowerofEgyptsoughttofloat，Withsilveredwingandamethystinethroat。
　　WhilethehotsunblazedinhistowerofblueAcoolingwindcreptfromthelandofsnows，AndthewarmsouthwithtendertearsofdewDrencheditswhiteleaveswhenHesperosup-roseAmidthosesea-greenmeadowsoftheskyOnwhichthescarletbarsofsunsetlie。
　　Butwheno'erwastesoflily-hauntedfieldThetiredbirdshadstayedtheiramoroustune，AndbroadandglitteringlikeanargentshieldHighinthesapphireheavenshungthemoon，DidnostrangedreamorevilmemorymakeEachtremulouspetalofitsblossomsshake？
　　Ahno!tothisbrightflowerathousandyearsSeemedbutthelingeringofasummer'sday，ItneverknewthetideofcankeringfearsWhichturnaboy'sgoldhairtowitheredgrey，Thedreaddesireofdeathitneverknew，Orhowallfolkthattheywerebornmustrue。
　　Forwetodeathwithpipeanddancinggo，Norwouldwepasstheivorygateagain，AssomesadriverweariedofitsflowThroughthedullplains，thehauntsofcommonmen，Leapslover-likeintotheterriblesea!
　　Andcountsitgaintodiesogloriously。
　　WemarourlordlystrengthinbarrenstrifeWiththeworld'slegionsledbyclamorouscare，ItneverfeelsdecaybutgatherslifeFromthepuresunlightandthesupremeair，WelivebeneathTime'swastingsovereignty，Itisthechildofalleternity。
　　Poem:SerenadeForMusic
　　ThewesternwindisblowingfairAcrossthedarkAEgeansea，AndatthesecretmarblestairMyTyriangalleywaitsforthee。
　　Comedown!thepurplesailisspread，Thewatchmansleepswithinthetown，Oleavethylily-floweredbed，OLadyminecomedown，comedown!
　　Shewillnotcome，Iknowherwell，Oflover'svowsshehathnocare，AndlittlegoodamancantellOfonesocruelandsofair。
　　Trueloveisbutawoman'stoy，Theyneverknowthelover'spain，AndIwholovedaslovesaboyMustloveinvain，mustloveinvain。
　　Onoblepilot，tellmetrue，Isthatthesheenofgoldenhair？
　　OrisitbutthetangleddewThatbindsthepassion-flowersthere？
　　GoodsailorcomeandtellmenowIsthatmyLady'slilyhand？
　　Orisitbutthegleamingprow，Orisitbutthesilversand？
　　No!no!'tisnotthetangleddew，'Tisnotthesilver-frettedsand，ItismyowndearLadytrueWithgoldenhairandlilyhand!
　　Onoblepilot，steerforTroy，Goodsailor，plythelabouringoar，ThisistheQueenoflifeandjoyWhomwemustbearfromGrecianshore!
　　Thewaningskygrowsfaintandblue，Itwantsanhourstillofday，Aboard!aboard!mygallantcrew，OLadymine，away!away!
　　Onoblepilot，steerforTroy，Goodsailor，plythelabouringoar，Olovedasonlylovesaboy!
　　Olovedforeverevermore!
　　Poem:EndymionForMusic
　　Theappletreesarehungwithgold，AndbirdsareloudinArcady，Thesheepliebleatinginthefold，Thewildgoatrunsacrossthewold，Butyesterdayhislovehetold，Iknowhewillcomebacktome。
　　Orisingmoon!OLadymoon!
　　Beyoumylover'ssentinel，Youcannotchoosebutknowhimwell，Forheisshodwithpurpleshoon，Youcannotchoosebutknowmylove，Forheashepherd'scrookdothbear，Andheissoftasanydove，Andbrownandcurlyishishair。
　　TheturtlenowhasceasedtocallUponhercrimson-footedgroom，Thegreywolfprowlsaboutthestall，Thelily'ssingingseneschalSleepsinthelily-bell，andallTheviolethillsarelostingloom。
　　Orisenmoon!Oholymoon!
　　StandonthetopofHelice，Andifmyowntrueloveyousee，Ah!ifyouseethepurpleshoon，Thehazelcrook，thelad'sbrownhair，Thegoat-skinwrappedabouthisarm，TellhimthatIamwaitingwhereTherushlightglimmersintheFarm。
　　Thefallingdewiscoldandchill，AndnobirdsingsinArcady，Thelittlefaunshaveleftthehill，EventhetireddaffodilHascloseditsgildeddoors，andstillMylovercomesnotbacktome。
　　Falsemoon!Falsemoon!Owaningmoon!
　　Whereismyowntruelovergone，Wherearethelipsvermilion，Theshepherd'scrook，thepurpleshoon？
　　Whyspreadthatsilverpavilion，Whywearthatveilofdriftingmist？
　　Ah!thouhastyoungEndymion，Thouhastthelipsthatshouldbekissed!
　　Poem:LaBellaDonnaDellaMiaMenteMylimbsarewastedwithaflame，Myfeetaresorewithtravelling，For，callingonmyLady'sname，Mylipshavenowforgottosing。
　　OLinnetinthewild-rosebrakeStrainformyLovethymelody，OLarksinglouderforlove'ssake，MygentleLadypassethby。
　　SheistoofairforanymanToseeorholdhisheart'sdelight，FairerthanQueenorcourtesanOrmoonlitwaterinthenight。
　　Herhairisboundwithmyrtleleaves，Greenleavesuponhergoldenhair!
　　GreengrassesthroughtheyellowsheavesOfautumncornarenotmorefair。
　　Herlittlelips，moremadetokissThantocrybitterlyforpain，Aretremulousasbrook-wateris，Orrosesaftereveningrain。
　　HerneckislikewhitemeliloteFlushingforpleasureofthesun，Thethrobbingofthelinnet'sthroatIsnotsosweettolookupon。
　　Asapomegranate，cutintwain，White-seeded，ishercrimsonmouth，HercheeksareasthefadingstainWherethepeachreddenstothesouth。
　　Otwininghands!OdelicateWhitebodymadeforloveandpain!
　　OHouseoflove!OdesolatePaleflowerbeatenbytherain!
　　Poem:ChansonAringofgoldandamilk-whitedoveAregoodlygiftsforthee，AndahempenropeforyourownloveTohanguponatree。
　　ForyouaHouseofIvory，Rosesarewhiteintherose-bower!
　　Anarrowbedformetolie，White，Owhite，isthehemlockflower!
　　Myrtleandjessamineforyou，Otheredroseisfairtosee!
　　Formethecypressandtherue，Finestofallisrosemary!
　　Foryouthreeloversofyourhand，Greengrasswhereamanliesdead!
　　Formethreepacesonthesand，Plantliliesatmyhead!
　　Poem:CharmidesI。
　　HewasaGrecianlad，whocominghomeWithpulpyfigsandwinefromSicilyStoodathisgalley'sprow，andletthefoamBlowthroughhiscrispbrowncurlsunconsciously，Andholdingwaveandwindinboy'sdespitePeeredfromhisdrippingseatacrossthewetandstormynight。
　　TillwiththedawnhesawaburnishedspearLikeathinthreadofgoldagainstthesky，Andhoistedsail，andstrainedthecreakinggear，AndbadethepilotheadherlustilyAgainstthenor'westgale，andalldaylongHeldonhisway，andmarkedtherowers'timewithmeasuredsong。
　　AndwhenthefaintCorinthianhillswereredDroppedanchorinalittlesandybay，Andwithfreshboughsofolivecrownedhishead，Andbrushedfromcheekandthroatthehoaryspray，Andwashedhislimbswithoil，andfromtheholdBroughtouthislinentunicandhissandalsbrazen-soled，Andarichrobestainedwiththefishers'juiceWhichofsomeswarthytraderhehadboughtUponthesunnyquayatSyracuse，AndwaswithTyrianbroideriesinwrought，AndbythequestioningmerchantsmadehiswayUpthroughthesoftandsilverwoods，andwhenthelabouringdayHadspunitstangledwebofcrimsoncloud，Clombthehighhill，andwithswiftsilentfeetCrepttothefaneunnoticedbythecrowdOfbusypriests，andfromsomedarkretreatWatchedtheyoungswainshisfrolicplaymatesbringThefirstlingoftheirlittleflock，andtheshyshepherdflingThecracklingsaltupontheflame，orhangHisstuddedcrookagainstthetemplewallToHerwhokeepsawaytheravenousfangOfthebasewolffromhomesteadandfromstall；
　　Andthentheclear-voicedmaidens'gantosing，Andtothealtareachmanbroughtsomegoodlyoffering，Abeechencupbrimmingwithmilkyfoam，AfairclothwroughtwithcunningimageryOfhoundsinchase，awaxenhoney-combDrippingwithoozygoldwhichscarcethebeeHadceasedfrombuilding，ablackskinofoilMeetforthewrestlers，agreatboarthefierceandwhite-tuskedspoilStolenfromArtemisthatjealousmaidTopleaseAthena，andthedappledhideOfatallstagwhoinsomemountaingladeHadmettheshaft；andthentheheraldcried，AndfromthepillaredprecinctonebyoneWentthegladGreekswellpleasedthattheytheirsimplevowshaddone。
　　AndtheoldpriestputoutthewaningfiresSavethatonelampwhoserestlessrubyglowedForeverinthecell，andtheshrilllyresCamefainteronthewind，asdowntheroadInjoyousdancethesecountryfolkdidpass，Andwithstouthandsthewarderclosedthegatesofpolishedbrass。
　　Longtimehelayandhardlydaredtobreathe，Andheardthecadenceddripofspilt-outwine，Andtherose-petalsfallingfromthewreathAsthenightbreezeswanderedthroughtheshrine，AndseemedtobeinsomeentrancedswoonTillthroughtheopenroofabovethefullandbrimmingmoonFloodedwithsheenywavesthemarblefloor，Whenfromhisnookupleapttheventurouslad，Andflingingwidethecedar-carvendoorBeheldanawfulimagesaffron-cladAndarmedforbattle!thegauntGriffinglaredFromthehugehelm，andthelonglanceofwreckandruinflaredLikearedrodofflame，stonyandsteeledTheGorgon'sheaditsleadeneyeballsrolled，Andwritheditssnakyhorrorsthroughtheshield，AndgapedaghastwithbloodlesslipsandcoldInpassionimpotent，whilewithblindgazeTheblinkingowlbetweenthefeethootedinshrillamaze。
　　ThelonelyfisherashetrimmedhislampFaroutatseaoffSunium，orcastThenetfortunnies，heardabrazentrampOfhorsessmitethewaves，andawildblastDividethefoldedcurtainsofthenight，Andkneltuponthelittlepoop，andprayedinholyfright。
　　AndguiltyloversintheirveneryForgatalittlewhiletheirstolensweets，DeemingtheyhearddreadDian'sbittercry；
　　AndthegrimwatchmenontheirloftyseatsRantotheirshieldsinhasteprecipitate，Orstrainedblack-beardedthroatsacrosstheduskyparapet。
　　Forroundthetemplerolledtheclangofarms，AndthetwelveGodsleaptupinmarblefear，AndtheairquakedwithdissonantalarumsTillhugePoseidonshookhismightyspear，Andonthefriezetheprancinghorsesneighed，Andthelowtreadofhurryingfeetrangfromthecavalcade。
　　Readyfordeathwithpartedlipshestood，AndwellcontentatsuchapricetoseeThatcalmwidebrow，thatterriblemaidenhood，Themarvelofthatpitilesschastity，Ah!wellcontentindeed，forneverwightSinceTroy'syoungshepherdprincehadseensowonderfulasight。
　　Readyfordeathhestood，butlo!theairGrewsilent，andthehorsesceasedtoneigh，Andoffhisbrowhetossedtheclusteringhair，Andfromhislimbshethrowthecloakaway；
　　Forwhomwouldnotsuchlovemakedesperate？
　　Andnighercame，andtouchedherthroat，andwithhandsviolateUndidthecuirass，andthecrocusgown，Andbaredthebreastsofpolishedivory，TillfromthewaistthepeplosfallingdownLeftvisiblethesecretmysteryWhichtonoloverwillAthenashow，Thegrandcoolflanks，thecrescentthighs，thebossyhillsofsnow。
　　Thosewhohaveneverknownalover'ssinLetthemnotreadmyditty，itwillbeTotheirdullearssomusiclessandthinThattheywillhavenojoyofit，butyeTowhosewancheeksnowcreepsthelingeringsmile，YewhohavelearnedwhoErosis，-Olistenyetawhile。
　　AlittlespacehelethisgreedyeyesRestontheburnishedimage，tillmeresightHalfswoonedforsurfeitofsuchluxuries，AndthenhislipsinhungeringdelightFedonherlips，androundthetoweredneckHeflunghisarms，norcaredatallhispassion'swilltocheck。
　　NeverIweendidloverholdsuchtryst，Forallnightlonghemurmuredhoneyedword，Andsawhersweetunravishedlimbs，andkissedHerpaleandargentbodyundisturbed，Andpaddledwiththepolishedthroat，andpressedHishotandbeatingheartuponherchillandicybreast。
　　ItwasasifNumidianjavelinsPiercedthroughandthroughhiswildandwhirlingbrain，AndhisnervesthrilledlikethrobbingviolinsInexquisitepulsation，andthepainWassuchsweetanguishthatheneverdrewHislipsfromherstilloverheadthelarkofwarningflew。
　　TheywhohaveneverseenthedaylightpeerIntoadarkenedroom，anddrawnthecurtain，AndwithdulleyesandweariedfromsomedearAndworshippedbodyrisen，theyforcertainWillneverknowofwhatItrytosing，Howlongthelastkisswas，howfondandlatehislingering。
　　Themoonwasgirdledwithacrystalrim，ThesignwhichshipmensayisominousOfwrathinheaven，thewanstarsweredim，AndthelowlighteningeastwastremulousWiththefaintflutteringwingsofflyingdawn，Erefromthesilentsombreshrinehisloverhadwithdrawn。
　　DownthesteeprockwithhurriedfeetandfastClombthebravelad，andreachedthecaveofPan，Andheardthegoat-footsnoringashepassed，AndleaptuponagrassyknollandranLikeayoungfawnuntoanolivewoodWhichinashadyvalleybythewell-builtcitystood；
　　Andsoughtalittlestream，whichwellheknew，ForoftentimeswithboyishcarelessshoutThegreenandcrestedgrebehewouldpursue，Orsnareinwovennetthesilvertrout，AnddownamidthestartledreedshelayPantinginbreathlesssweetaffright，andwaitedfortheday。
　　Onthegreenbankhelay，andletonehandDipinthecooldarkeddieslistlessly，AndsoonthebreathofmorningcameandfannedHishotflushedcheeks，orliftedwantonlyThetangledcurlsfromoffhisforehead，whileHeontherunningwatergazedwithstrangeandsecretsmile。
　　AndsoontheshepherdinroughwoollencloakWithhislongcrookundidthewattledcotes，AndfromthestackathinbluewreathofsmokeCurledthroughtheairacrosstheripeningoats，Andonthehilltheyellowhouse-dogbayedAsthroughthecrispandrustlingferntheheavycattlestrayed。
　　Andwhenthelight-footmowerwentafieldAcrossthemeadowslacedwiththreadeddew，Andthesheepbleatedonthemistyweald，Andfromitsnestthewakingcorncrakeflew，SomewoodmensawhimlyingbythestreamAndmarvelledmuchthatanyladsobeautifulcouldseem，Nordeemedhimbornofmortals，andonesaid，'ItisyoungHylas，thatfalserunawayWhowithaNaiadnowwouldmakehisbedForgettingHerakles，'butothers，'Nay，ItisNarcissus，hisownparamour，Thosearethefondandcrimsonlipsnowomancanallure。'
　　Andwhentheynearercameathirdonecried，'ItisyoungDionysoswhohashidHisspearandfawnskinbytheriversideWearyofhuntingwiththeBassarid，Andwiseindeedwereweawaytofly:
　　Theylivenotlongwhoonthegodsimmortalcometospy。'
　　Soturnedtheyback，andfearedtolookbehind，AndtoldthetimidswainhowtheyhadseenAmidthereedssomewoodlandgodreclined，Andnomandaredtocrosstheopengreen，Andonthatdaynoolive-treewasslain，Norrushescut，butalldesertedwasthefairdomain，Savewhentheneat-herd'slad，hisemptypailWellslunguponhisback，withleapandboundRacedontheotherside，andstoppedtohail，Hopingthathesomecomradenewhadfound，Andgatnoanswer，andthenhalfafraidPassedonhissimpleway，ordownthestillandsilentgladeAlittlegirlranlaughingfromthefarm，Notthinkingoflove'ssecretmysteries，AndwhenshesawthewhiteandgleamingarmAndallhismanlihood，withlongingeyesWhosepassionmockedhersweetvirginityWatchedhimawhile，andthenstolebacksadlyandwearily。
　　Faroffheheardthecity'shumandnoise，AndnowandthentheshrillerlaughterwhereThepassionatepurityofbrown-limbedboysWrestledorracedintheclearhealthfulair，AndnowandthenalittletinklingbellAstheshornwetherledthesheepdowntothemossywell。
　　Throughthegreywillowsdancedthefretfulgnat，Thegrasshopperchirpedidlyfromthetree，Insleekandoilycoatthewater-ratBreastingthelittleripplesmanfullyMadeforthewild-duck'snest，fromboughtoboughHoppedtheshyfinch，andthehugetortoisecreptacrosstheslough。
　　OnthefaintwindfloatedthesilkyseedsAsthebrightscythesweptthroughthewavinggrass，Theouzel-cocksplashedcirclesinthereedsAndfleckedwithsilverwhorlstheforest'sglass，WhichscarcehadcaughtagainitsimageryErefromitsbedtheduskytenchleaptatthedragon-fly。
　　ButlittlecarehadheforanythingThoughupanddownthebeechthesquirrelplayed，Andfromthecopsethelinnet'gantosingToitsbrownmateitssweetestserenade；
　　Ah!littlecareindeed，forhehadseenThebreastsofPallasandthenakedwonderoftheQueen。
　　ButwhentheherdsmancalledhisstragglinggoatsWithwhistlingpipeacrosstherockyroad，Andtheshard-beetlewithitstrumpet-notesBoomedthroughthedarkeningwoods，andseemedtobodeOfcomingstorm，andthebelatedcranePassedhomewardlikeashadow，andthedullbigdropsofrainFellonthepatteringfig-leaves，upherose，AndfromthegloomyforestwenthiswayPastsombrehomesteadandwetorchard-close，Andcameatlastuntoalittlequay，Andcalledhismatesaboard，andtookhisseatOnthehighpoop，andpushedfromland，andloosedthedrippingsheet，Andsteeredacrossthebay，andwhenninesunsPasseddownthelongandladderedwayofgold，AndninepalemoonshadbreathedtheirorisonsTothechastestarstheirconfessors，ortoldTheirdearestsecrettothedownymothThatwillnotflyatnoonday，throughthefoamandsurgingfrothCameagreatowlwithyellowsulphurouseyesAndlitupontheship，whosetimberscreakedAsthoughtheladingofthreeargosiesWereinthehold，andflappeditswingsandshrieked，Anddarknessstraightwaystoleacrossthedeep，SheathedwasOrion'ssword，dreadMarshimselffleddownthesteep，AndthemoonhidbehindatawnymaskOfdriftingcloud，andfromtheocean'smargeRosetheredplume，thehugeandhornedcasque，Theseven-cubitspear，thebrazentarge!
　　AndcladinbrightandburnishedpanoplyAthenastrodeacrossthestretchofsickandshiveringsea!
　　Tothedullsailors'sightherloosenedlooksSeemedlikethejaggedstorm-rack，andherfeetOnlythespumethatfloatsonhiddenrocks，And，markinghowtherisingwatersbeatAgainsttherollingship，thepilotcriedTotheyounghelmsmanatthesterntolufftowindwardsideButhe，theoverboldadulterer，Adearprofanerofgreatmysteries，Anardentamorousidolater，WhenhebeheldthosegrandrelentlesseyesLaughedloudforjoy，andcryingout'Icome'
　　Leaptfromtheloftypoopintothechillandchurningfoam。
　　Thenfellfromthehighheavenonebrightstar，Onedancerleftthecirclinggalaxy，AndbacktoAthensonherclatteringcarInalltheprideofvengeddivinityPalePallassweptwithshrillandsteelyclank，Andafewgurglingbubblesrosewhereherboyloversank。
　　AndthemastshudderedasthegauntowlflewWithmockinghootsafterthewrathfulQueen，AndtheoldpilotbadethetremblingcrewHoistthebigsail，andtoldhowhehadseenClosetothesternadimandgiantform，Andlikeadippingswallowthestoutshipdashedthroughthestorm。
　　AndnomandaredtospeakofCharmidesDeemingthathesomeevilthinghadwrought，AndwhentheyreachedthestraitSymplegadesTheybeachedtheirgalleyontheshore，andsoughtThetoll-gateofthecityhastily，Andinthemarketshowedtheirbrownandpicturedpottery。
　　II。
　　ButsomegoodTriton-godhadruth，andbareTheboy'sdrownedbodybacktoGrecianland，AndmermaidscombedhisdankanddrippinghairAndsmoothedhisbrow，andloosedhisclenchinghand；
　　SomebroughtsweetspicesfromfarAraby，Andothersbadethehalcyonsinghersoftestlullaby。
　　AndwhenhenearedhisoldAthenianhome，AmightybillowroseupsuddenlyUponwhoseoilybacktheclottedfoamLaydiaperedinsomestrangefantasy，AndclaspinghimuntoitsglassybreastSweptlandward，likeawhite-manedsteeduponaventurousquest!
　　NowwhereColonosleansuntotheseaThereliesalongandlevelstretchoflawn；
　　Therabbitknowsit，andthemountainbeeForitdesertsHymettus，andtheFaunIsnotafraid，forneverthroughthedayComesacryruderthantheshoutofshepherdladsatplay。
　　ButoftenfromthethornylabyrinthAndtangledbranchesofthecirclingwoodThestealthyhunterseesyoungHyacinthHurlingthepolisheddisk，anddrawshishoodOverhisguiltygaze，andcreepsaway，Nordarestowindhishorn，or-elseatthefirstbreakofdayTheDryadscomeandthrowtheleathernballAlongthereedyshore，andcircumventSomegoat-earedPantobetheirseneschalForfearofboldPoseidon'sravishment，Andloosetheirgirdles，withshytimorouseyes，Lestfromthesurfhisazurearmsandpurplebeardshouldrise。
　　Onthissideandonthatarockycave，Hungwiththeyellow-belledlaburnum，standsSmoothisthebeach，savewheresomeebbingwaveLeavesitsfaintoutlineetcheduponthesands，AsthoughitfearedtobetoosoonforgotBythegreenrush，itsplayfellow，-andyet，itisaspotSosmall，thattheinconstantbutterflyCouldstealthehoardedmoneyfromeachflowerEreitwasnoon，andstillnotsatisfyItsover-greedylove，-withinanhourAsailorboy，werehebutrudeenowTolandandpluckagarlandforhisgalley'spaintedprow，Wouldalmostleavethelittlemeadowbare，Foritknowsnothingofgreatpageantry，OnlyafewnarcissihereandthereStandseparateinsweetausterity，Dottingtheunmowngrasswithsilverstars，Andhereandthereadaffodilwavestinyscimitars。
　　Hitherthebillowbroughthim，andwasgladOfsuchdearservitude，andwherethelandWasvirginofallwaterslaidtheladUponthegoldenmargentofthestrand，AndlikealingeringloveroftreturnedTokissthosepallidlimbswhichoncewithintensefireburned，Erethewetseashadquenchedthatholocaust，Thatself-fedflame，thatpassionatelustihead，EregrislydeathwithchillandnippingfrostHadwitheredupthoselilieswhiteandredWhich，whiletheboywouldthroughtheforestrange，Answeredeachotherinasweetantiphonalcounter-change。
　　Andwhenatdawnthewood-nymphs，hand-in-hand，Threadedtheboskydell，theirsatyrspiedTheboy'spalebodystretcheduponthesand，AndfearedPoseidon'streachery，andcried，AndlikebrightsunbeamsflittingthroughagladeEachstartledDryadsoughtsomesafeandleafyambuscade。
　　Saveonewhitegirl，whodeemeditwouldnotbeSodreadathingtofeelasea-god'sarmsCrushingherbreastsinamoroustyranny，AndlongedtolistentothosesubtlecharmsInsidiousloversweavewhentheywouldwinSomefencedfortress，andstolebackagain，northoughtitsinToyieldhertreasureuntoonesofair，Andlaybesidehim，thirstywithlove'sdrouth，Calledhimsoftnames，playedwithhistangledhair，AndwithhotlipsmadehavocofhismouthAfraidhemightnotwake，andthenafraidLesthemightwaketoosoon，fledback，andthen，fondrenegade，Returnedtofreshassault，andalldaylongSatathisside，andlaughedathernewtoy，Andheldhishand，andsanghersweetestsong，ThenfrownedtoseehowfrowardwastheboyWhowouldnotwithhermaidenhoodentwine，NorknewthatthreedayssincehiseyeshadlookedonProserpine；
　　Norknewwhatsacrilegehislipshaddone，Butsaid，'Hewillawake，Iknowhimwell，HewillawakeateveningwhenthesunHangshisredshieldonCorinth'scitadel；
　　ThissleepisbutacrueltreacheryTomakemelovehimmore，andinsomecavernoftheseaDeeperthaneverfallsthefisher'slineAlreadyahugeTritonblowshishorn，AndweavesagarlandfromthecrystallineAnddriftingocean-tendrilstoadornTheemeraldpillarsofourbridalbed，Forspheredinfoamingsilver，andwithcoralcrownedhead，Wetwowillsituponathroneofpearl，Andabluewavewillbeourcanopy，Andatourfeetthewater-snakeswillcurlInalltheiramethystinepanoplyOfdiamondedmail，andwewillmarkThemulletsswimmingbythemastofsomestorm-founderedbark，Vermilion-finnedwitheyesofbossygoldLikeflakesofcrimsonlight，andthegreatdeepHisglassy-portaledchamberwillunfold，AndwewillseethepainteddolphinssleepCradledbymurmuringhalcyonsontherocksWhereProteusinquaintsuitofgreenpastureshismonstrousflocks。
　　Andtremulousopal-huedanemonesWillwavetheirpurplefringeswherewetreadUponthemirroredfloor，andargosiesOffishesfleckedwithtawnyscaleswillthreadThedriftingcordageoftheshatteredwreck，Andhoney-colouredamberbeadsourtwininglimbswilldeck。'
　　ButwhenthatbaffledLordofWartheSunWithgaudypennonflyingpassedawayIntohisbrazenHouse，andonebyoneThelittleyellowstarsbegantostrayAcrossthefieldofheaven，ah!thenindeedShefearedhislipsuponherlipswouldnevercaretofeed，Andcried，'Awake，alreadythepalemoonWashesthetreeswithsilver，andthewaveCreepsgreyandchillyupthissandydune，Thecroakingfrogsareout，andfromthecaveThenightjarshrieks，theflutteringbatsrepass，Andthebrownstoatwithhollowflankscreepsthroughtheduskygrass。
　　Nay，thoughthouartagod，benotsocoy，ForinyonstreamthereisalittlereedThatoftenwhispershowalovelyboyLaywithheronceuponagrassymead，WhowhenhiscruelpleasurehehaddoneSpreadwingsofrustlinggoldandsoaredaloftintothesun。
　　Benotsocoy，thelaureltremblesstillWithgreatApollo'skisses，andthefirWhoseclusteringsistersfringetheseawardhillHathmanyataleofthatboldravisherWhommencallBoreas，andIhaveseenThemockingeyesofHermesthroughthepoplar'ssilverysheen。
　　EventhejealousNaiadscallmefair，AndeverymornayoungandruddyswainWoosmewithapplesandwithlocksofhair，AndseekstosoothemyvirginaldisdainByallthegiftsthegentlewood-nymphslove；
　　Butyesterdayhebroughttomeaniris-plumageddoveWithlittlecrimsonfeet，whichwithitsstoreOfsevenspottedeggsthecruelladHadstolenfromtheloftysycamoreAtdaybreak，whenheramorouscomradehadFlownoffinsearchofberriedjuniperWhichmosttheylove；thefretfulwasp，thatearliestvintagerOfthebluegrapes，hathnotpersistencySoconstantasthissimpleshepherd-boyFormypoorlips，hisjoyouspurityAndlaughingsunnyeyesmightwelldecoyADryadfromheroathtoArtemis；
　　Forverybeautifulishe，hismouthwasmadetokiss；
　　Hisargentforehead，likearisingmoonOvertheduskyhillsofmeetingbrows，Iscrescentshaped，thehotandTyriannoonLeadsfromthemyrtle-grovenogoodlierspouseForCytheraea，thefirstsilkydownFringeshisblushingcheeks，andhisyounglimbsarestrongandbrown；
　　Andheisrich，andfatandfleecyherdsOfbleatingsheepuponhismeadowslie，AndmanyanearthenbowlofyellowcurdsIsinhishomesteadforthethievishflyToswimanddrownin，thepinkclovermeadKeepsitssweetstoreforhim，andhecanpipeonoatenreed。
　　AndyetIlovehimnot；itwasfortheeIkeptmylove；Iknewthatthouwould'stcomeToridmeofthispallidchastity，ThoufairestfloweroftheflowerlessfoamOfallthewideAEgean，brighteststarOfocean'sazureheavenswherethemirroredplanetsare!
　　Iknewthatthouwould'stcome，forwhenatfirstThedrywoodburgeoned，andthesapofspringSwelledinmygreenandtenderbarkorburstTomyriadmultitudinousblossomingWhichmockedthemidnightwithitsmimicmoonsThatdidnotdreadthedawn，andfirstthethrushes'rapturoustunesStartledthesquirrelfromitsgranary，Andcuckooflowersfringedthenarrowlane，ThroughmyyoungleavesasensuousecstasyCreptlikenewwine，andeverymossyveinThrobbedwiththefitfulpulseofamorousblood，Andthewildwindsofpassionshookmyslimstem'smaidenhood。
　　ThetroopingfawnsateveningcameandlaidTheircoolblacknosesonmylowestboughs，AndonmytopmostbranchtheblackbirdmadeAlittlenestofgrassesforhisspouse，AndnowandthenatwitteringwrenwouldlightOnathintwigwhichhardlybaretheweightofsuchdelight。
　　IwastheAtticshepherd'strystingplace，BeneathmyshadowAmaryllislay，AndroundmytrunkwouldlaughingDaphnischaseThetimorousgirl，tilltiredoutwithplayShefelthishotbreathstirhertangledhair，Andturned，andlooked，andflednomorefromsuchdelightfulsnare。
　　ThencomeawayuntomyambuscadeWhereclusteringwoodbineweavesacanopyForamorouspleasaunce，andtherustlingshadeOfPaphianmyrtlesseemstosanctifyThedearestritesoflove；thereinthecoolAndgreenrecessesofitsfarthestdepththereispool，Theouzel'shaunt，thewildbee'spasturage，ForrounditsrimgreatcreamyliliesfloatThroughtheirflatleavesinverdantanchorage，Eachcupawhite-sailedgolden-ladenboatSteeredbyadragon-fly，-benotafraidToleavethiswanandwave-kissedshore，surelytheplacewasmadeForloverssuchaswe；theCyprianQueen，Onearmaroundherboyishparamour，Straysoftenthereateve，andIhaveseenThemoonstripoffhermistyvestitureForyoungEndymion'seyes；benotafraid，ThepantherfeetofDiannevertreadthatsecretglade。
　　Nayifthouwill'st，backtothebeatingbrine，Backtotheboisterousbillowletusgo，AndwalkalldaybeneaththehyalineHugevaultofNeptune'swateryportico，AndwatchthepurplemonstersofthedeepSportinungainlyplay，andfromhislairkeenXiphiasleap。
　　ForifmymistressfindmelyinghereShewillnotruthorgentlepityshow，Butlayherboar-speardown，andwithaustereRelentlessfingersstringthecornelbow，Anddrawthefeatherednotchagainstherbreast，Andloosethearchedcord；aye，evennowuponthequestIhearherhurryingfeet，-awake，awake，Thoulaggardinlove'sbattle!onceatleastLetmedrinkdeepofpassion'swine，andslakeMyparchedbeingwiththenectarousfeastWhichevengodsaffect!Ocome，Love，come，Stillwehavetimetoreachthecavernofthineazurehome。'
　　ScarcehadshespokenwhentheshudderingtreesShook，andtheleavesdivided，andtheairGrewconsciousofagod，andthegreyseasCrawledbackward，andalonganddismalblareBlewfromsometasselledhorn，asleuth-houndbayed，Andlikeaflameabarbedreedflewwhizzingdowntheglade。
　　AndwherethelittleflowersofherbreastJustbrakeintotheirmilkyblossoming，Thismurderousparamour，thisunbiddenguest，Piercedandstruckdeepinhorridchambering，Andploughedabloodyfurrowwithitsdart，Anddugalongredroad，andcleftwithwingeddeathherheart。
　　SobbingherlifeoutwithabittercryOntheboy'sbodyfelltheDryadmaid，Sobbingforincompletevirginity，Andrapturesunenjoyed，andpleasuresdead，Andallthepainofthingsunsatisfied，Andthebrightdropsofcrimsonyouthcreptdownherthrobbingside。
　　Ah!pitifulitwastohearhermoan，AndverypitifultoseeherdieEreshehadyieldeduphersweets，orknownThejoyofpassion，thatdreadmysteryWhichnottoknowisnottoliveatall，Andyettoknowistobeheldindeath'smostdeadlythrall。
　　ButasithapttheQueenofCythere，WhowithAdonisallnightlonghadlainWithinsomeshepherd'shutinArcady，OnteamofsilverdovesandgildedwainWasjourneyingPaphos-ward，highupafarFrommortalkenbetweenthemountainsandthemorningstar，Andwhenlowdownshespiedthehaplesspair，AndheardtheOread'sfaintdespairingcry，WhosecadenceseemedtoplayupontheairAsthoughitwereaviol，hastilyShebadeherpigeonsfoldeachstrainingplume，Anddropttoearth，andreachedthestrand，andsawtheirdolorousdoom。
　　ForasagardenerturningbackhisheadTocatchthelastnotesofthelinnet，mowsWithcarelessscythetoonearsomeflowerbed，Andcutsthethornypillaroftherose，Andwiththeflower'sloosenedlonelinessStrewsthebrownmould；orassomeshepherdladinwantonnessDrivinghislittleflockalongthemeadTreadsdowntwodaffodils，whichsidebyaideHaveluredthelady-birdwithyellowbredeAndmadethegaudymothforgetitspride，TreadsdowntheirbrimminggoldenchalicesUnderlightfeetwhichwerenotmadeforsuchruderavages；
　　OrasaschoolboytiredofhisbookFlingshimselfdownuponthereedygrassAndpluckstwowater-liliesfromthebrook，Andforatimeforgetsthehourglass，Thenweariesoftheirsweets，andgoeshisway，Andletsthehotsunkillthem，evengotheseloverslay。
　　AndVenuscried，'ItisdreadArtemisWhosebitterhandhathwroughtthiscruelty，OrelsethatmightiermaidwhosecareitisToguardherstrongandstainlessmajestyUponthehillAthenian，-alas!
　　ThattheywholovedsowellunlovedintoDeath'shouseshouldpass。'
　　SowithsofthandsshelaidtheboyandgirlInthegreatgoldenwaggontenderlyHerwhitethroatwhiterthanamoonypearlJustthreadedwithabluevein'stapestryHadnotyetceasedtothrob，andstillherbreastSwayedlikeawind-stirredlilyinambiguousunrest
　　Andtheneachpigeonspreaditsmilkyvan，Thebrightcarsoaredintothedawningsky，AndlikeacloudtheaerialcaravanPassedovertheAEgeansilently，TillthefaintairwastroubledwiththesongFromthewanmouthsthatcallonbleedingThammuzallnightlong。
　　ButwhenthedoveshadreachedtheirwontedgoalWherethewidestairoforbedmarbledipsItssnowsintothesea，herflutteringsoulJustshookthetremblingpetalsofherlipsAndpassedintothevoid，andVenusknewThatonefairmaidthelesswouldwalkamidherretinue，AndbadeherservantscarveacedarchestWithallthewonderofthishistory，WithinwhosescentedwombtheirlimbsshouldrestWhereolive-treesmaketendertheblueskyOnthelowhillsofPaphos，andtheFaunPipesinthenoonday，andthenightingalesingsontilldawn。
　　Norfailedtheytoobeyherhest，andereThemorningbeehadstungthedaffodilWithtinyfretfulspear，orfromitslairThewakingstaghadleaptacrosstherillAndrousedtheouzel，orthelizardcreptAthwartthesunnyrock，beneaththegrasstheirbodiesslept。
　　Andwhendaybrake，withinthatsilvershrineFedbytheflamesofcressetstremulous，QueenVenuskneltandprayedtoProserpineThatshewhosebeautymadeDeathamorousShouldbegaguerdonfromherpallidLord，AndletDesirepassacrossdreadCharon'sicyford。
　　III
　　InmelancholymoonlessAcheron，FarmforthegoodlyearthandjoyousdayWherenospringeverbuds，norripeningsunWeighsdowntheappletrees，norfloweryMayChequerswithchestnutbloomsthegrassyfloor，Wherethrushesneversing，andpipinglinnetsmatenomore，TherebyadimanddarkLethaeanwellYoungCharmideswaslying；wearilyHepluckedtheblossomsfromtheasphodel，AndwithitslittlerifledtreasuryStrewedthedullwatersoftheduskystream，Andwatchedthewhitestarsfounder，andthelandwaslikeadream，WhenashegazedintothewateryglassAndthroughhisbrownhair'scurlytanglesscannedHisownwanface，ashadowseemedtopassAcrossthemirror，andalittlehandStoleintohis，andwarmlipstimidlyBrushedhispalecheeks，andbreathedtheirsecretforthintoasigh。
　　Thenturnedheroundhiswearyeyesandsaw，Andevernigherstilltheirfacescame，AndnighereverdidtheiryoungmouthsdrawUntiltheyseemedoneperfectroseofflame，Andlongingarmsaroundherneckhecast，Andfeltherthrobbingbosom，andhisbreathcamehotandfast，Andallhishoardedsweetswereherstokiss，Andallhermaidenhoodwashistoslay，AndlimbtolimbinlongandrapturousblissTheirpassionwaxedandwaned，-OwhyessayTopipeagainoflove，tooventurousreed!
　　Enough，enoughthatEroslaugheduponthatflowerlessmead。
　　Tooventurouspoesy，OwhyessayTopipeagainofpassion!foldthywingsO'erdaringIcarusandbidthylaySleephiddeninthelyre'ssilentstringsTillthouhastfoundtheoldCastalianrill，OrfromtheLesbianwaterspluckeddrownedSappho'sgoldenquid!
　　Enough，enoughthathewhoselifehadbeenAfierypulseofsin，asplendidshame，CouldinthelovelesslandofHadesgleanOnescorchingharvestfromthosefieldsofflameWherepassionwalkswithnakedunshodfeetAndisnotwounded，-ah!enoughthatoncetheirlipscouldmeetInthatwildthrobwhenallexistencesSeemednarrowedtoonesingleecstasyWhichdiesthroughitsownsweetnessandthestressOftoomuchpleasure，erePersephoneHadbadethemserveherbytheebonthroneOfthepaleGodwhointhefieldsofEnnaloosedherzone。
　　Poem:LesSilhouettesTheseaisfleckedwithbarsofgrey，Thedulldeadwindisoutoftune，AndlikeawitheredleafthemoonIsblownacrossthestormybay。
　　EtchedclearuponthepallidsandLiestheblackboat:asailorboyClambersaboardincarelessjoyWithlaughingfaceandgleaminghand。
　　Andoverheadthecurlewscry，WherethroughtheduskyuplandgrassTheyoungbrown-throatedreaperspass，Likesilhouettesagainstthesky。
　　Poem:LaFuiteDeLaLuneTooutersensesthereispeace，AdreamypeaceoneitherhandDeepsilenceintheshadowyland，Deepsilencewheretheshadowscease。
　　SaveforacrythatechoesshrillFromsomelonebirddisconsolate；
　　Acorncrakecallingtoitsmate；
　　Theanswerfromthemistyhill。
　　AndsuddenlythemoonwithdrawsHersicklefromthelighteningskies，Andtohersombrecavernflies，Wrappedinaveilofyellowgauze。
　　Poem:TheGraveOfKeatsRidoftheworld'sinjustice，andhispain，HerestsatlastbeneathGod'sveilofblue:
　　TakenfromlifewhenlifeandlovewerenewTheyoungestofthemartyrshereislain，FairasSebastian，andasearlyslain。
　　Nocypressshadeshisgrave，nofuneralyew，ButgentlevioletsweepingwiththedewWeaveonhisbonesanever-blossomingchain。
　　Oproudestheartthatbrokeformisery!
　　OsweetestlipssincethoseofMitylene!
　　Opoet-painterofourEnglishLand!
　　Thynamewaswritinwater-itshallstand:
　　Andtearslikeminewillkeepthymemorygreen，AsIsabelladidherBasil-tree。
　　ROME。
　　Poem:Theocritus-AVillanelleOsingerofPersephone!
　　InthedimmeadowsdesolateDostthourememberSicily？
　　StillthroughtheivyflitsthebeeWhereAmaryllisliesinstate；
　　OSingerofPersephone!
　　SimaethacallsonHecateAndhearsthewilddogsatthegate；
　　DostthourememberSicily？
　　StillbythelightandlaughingseaPoorPolyphemebemoanshisfate；
　　OSingerofPersephone!
　　AndstillinboyishrivalryYoungDaphnischallengeshismate；
　　DostthourememberSicily？
　　SlimLaconkeepsagoatforthee，Fortheethejocundshepherdswait；
　　OSingerofPersephone!
　　DostthourememberSicily？
　　Poem:InTheGoldRoom-AHarmonyHerivoryhandsontheivorykeysStrayedinafitfulfantasy，LikethesilvergleamwhenthepoplartreesRustletheirpale-leaveslistlessly，OrthedriftingfoamofarestlessseaWhenthewavesshowtheirteethintheflyingbreeze。
　　HergoldhairfellonthewallofgoldLikethedelicategossamertanglesspunOntheburnisheddiskofthemarigold，OrthesunflowerturningtomeetthesunWhenthegloomofthedarkbluenightisdone，Andthespearofthelilyisaureoled。
　　AndhersweetredlipsontheselipsofmineBurnedliketherubyfiresetIntheswinginglampofacrimsonshrine，Orthebleedingwoundsofthepomegranate，OrtheheartofthelotusdrenchedandwetWiththespilt-outbloodoftherose-redwine。
　　Poem:BalladeDeMargueriteNormande
　　IamwearyoflyingwithinthechaseWhentheknightsaremeetinginmarket-place。
　　Nay，gonotthoutothered-roofedtownLestthehoofsofthewar-horsetreadtheedown。
　　ButIwouldnotgowheretheSquiresride，IwouldonlywalkbymyLady'sside。
　　Alack!andalack!thouartoverbold，AForester'ssonmaynoteatoffgold。
　　WillshelovemethelessthatmyFatherisseenEachMartinmasdayinadoubletgreen？
　　Perchancesheissewingattapestrie，Spindleandloomarenotmeetforthee。
　　Ah，ifsheisworkingthearrasbrightImightravelthethreadsbythefire-light。
　　Perchancesheishuntingofthedeer，Howcouldyoufollowo'erhillandmere？
　　Ah，ifsheisridingwiththecourt，Imightrunbesideherandwindthemorte。
　　PerchancesheiskneelinginSt。Denys，OnhersoulmayourLadyhavegramercy!
　　Ah，ifsheisprayinginlonechapelle，Imightswingthecenserandringthebell。
　　Comein，myson，foryoulooksaepale，Thefathershallfilltheeastoupofale。
　　Butwhoaretheseknightsinbrightarray？
　　Isitapageanttherichfolksplay？
　　'TistheKingofEnglandfromoversea，Whohascomeuntovisitourfaircountrie。
　　Butwhydoesthecurfewtollsaelow？
　　Andwhydothemournerswalka-row？
　　O'tisHughofAmiensmysister'ssonWhoislyingstark，forhisdayisdone。
　　Nay，nay，forIseewhiteliliesclear，Itisnostrongmanwholiesonthebier。
　　O'tisoldDameJeannettethatkeptthehall，Iknewshewoulddieattheautumnfall。
　　DameJeannettehadnotthatgold-brownhair，OldJeannettewasnotamaidenfair。
　　O'tisnoneofourkithandnoneofourkin，HersoulmayourLadyassoilfromsin!
　　ButIheartheboy'svoicechauntingsweet，'Elleestmorte，laMarguerite。'
　　Comein，myson，andlieonthebed，Andletthedeadfolkburytheirdead。
　　Omother，youknowIlovedhertrue:
　　Omother，hathonegraveroomfortwo？
　　Poem:TheDoleOfTheKing'sDaughterBreton
　　Sevenstarsinthestillwater，Andseveninthesky；
　　SevensinsontheKing'sdaughter，Deepinhersoultolie。
　　Redrosesareatherfeet，Rosesareredinherred-goldhair
　　AndOwhereherbosomandgirdlemeetRedrosesarehiddenthere。
　　FairistheknightwholiethslainAmidtherushandreed，SeetheleanfishesthatarefainUpondeadmentofeed。
　　Sweetisthepagethatlieththere，Clothofgoldisgoodlyprey，
　　Seetheblackravensintheair，Black，Oblackasthenightarethey。
　　Whatdotheytheresostarkanddead？
　　Thereisblooduponherhand
　　Whyaretheliliesfleckedwithred？
　　Thereisbloodontheriversand。
　　Therearetwothatridefromthesouthandeast，Andtwofromthenorthandwest，Fortheblackravenagoodlyfeast，FortheKing'sdaughterrest。
　　Thereisonemanwholoveshertrue，Red，Ored，isthestainofgore!
　　Hehathduggenagravebythedarksomeyew，Onegravewilldoforfour。
　　Nomooninthestillheaven，Intheblackwaternone，Thesinsonhersoulareseven，Thesinuponhisisone。
　　Poem:AmorIntellectualisOfthavewetrodthevalesofCastalyAndheardsweetnotesofsylvanmusicblownFromantiquereedstocommonfolkunknown:
　　AndoftenlaunchedourbarkuponthatseaWhichthenineMusesholdinempery，Andploughedfreefurrowsthroughthewaveandfoam，NorspreadreluctantsailformoresafehomeTillwehadfreightedwellourargosy。
　　Ofwhichdespoiledtreasurestheseremain，Sordello'spassion，andthehoneyedlineOfyoungEndymion，lordlyTamburlaineDrivinghispamperedjades，andmorethanthese，Theseven-foldvisionoftheFlorentine，Andgrave-browedMilton'ssolemnharmonies。
　　Poem:SantaDeccaTheGodsaredead:nolongerdowebringTogrey-eyedPallascrownsofolive-leaves!
　　Demeter'schildnomorehathtitheofsheaves，Andinthenoonthecarelessshepherdssing，ForPanisdead，andallthewantoningBysecretgladeanddevioushauntiso'er:
　　YoungHylasseeksthewater-springsnomore；
　　GreatPanisdead，andMary'ssonisKing。
　　Andyet-perchanceinthissea-trancedisle，Chewingthebitterfruitofmemory，SomeGodlieshiddenintheasphodel。
　　AhLove!ifsuchtherebe，thenitwerewellForustoflyhisanger:nay，butsee，Theleavesarestirring:letuswatchawhile。
　　CORFU。
　　Poem:AVisionTwocrownedKings，andOnethatstoodaloneWithnogreenweightoflaurelsroundhishead，Butwithsadeyesasoneuncomforted，Andweariedwithman'snever-ceasingmoanForsinsnobleatingvictimcanatone，Andsweetlonglipswithtearsandkissesfed。
　　Girtwasheinagarmentblackandred，AndathisfeetImarkedabrokenstoneWhichsentuplilies，dove-like，tohisknees。
　　Nowattheirsight，myheartbeinglitwithflame，IcriedtoBeatrice，'Whoarethese？'
　　Andshemadeanswer，knowingwelleachname，'AEschylosfirst，thesecondSophokles，Andlastwidestreamoftears!Euripides。'
　　Poem:ImpressionDeVoyageTheseawassapphirecoloured，andtheskyBurnedlikeaheatedopalthroughtheair；
　　Wehoistedsail；thewindwasblowingfairForthebluelandsthattotheeastwardlie。
　　FromthesteepprowImarkedwithquickeningeyeZakynthos，everyolivegroveandcreek，Ithaca'scliff，Lycaon'ssnowypeak，Andalltheflower-strewnhillsofArcady。
　　Theflappingofthesailagainstthemast，Therippleofthewaterontheside，Therippleofgirls'laughteratthestern，Theonlysounds:-when'gantheWesttoburn，Andaredsunupontheseastoride，IstooduponthesoilofGreeceatlast!
　　KATAKOLO。
　　Poem:TheGraveOfShelleyLikeburnt-outtorchesbyasickman'sbedGauntcypress-treesstandroundthesun-bleachedstone；
　　Heredoththelittlenight-owlmakeherthrone，Andtheslightlizardshowhisjewelledhead。
　　And，wherethechalicedpoppiesflametored，InthestillchamberofyonpyramidSurelysomeOld-WorldSphinxlurksdarklyhid，Grimwarderofthispleasaunceofthedead。
　　Ah!sweetindeedtorestwithinthewombOfEarth，greatmotherofeternalsleep，ButsweeterfarfortheearestlesstombInthebluecavernofanechoingdeep，OrwherethetallshipsfounderinthegloomAgainsttherocksofsomewave-shatteredsteep。
　　ROME。
　　Poem:ByTheArnoTheoleanderonthewallGrowscrimsoninthedawninglight，ThoughthegreyshadowsofthenightLieyetonFlorencelikeapall。
　　Thedewisbrightuponthehill，Andbrighttheblossomsoverhead，Butah!thegrasshoppershavefled，ThelittleAtticsongisstill。
　　OnlytheleavesaregentlystirredBythesoftbreathingofthegale，Andinthealmond-scentedvaleThelonelynightingaleisheard。
　　Thedaywillmaketheesilentsoon，Onightingalesingonforlove!
　　WhileyetupontheshadowygroveSplinterthearrowsofthemoon。
　　BeforeacrossthesilentlawnInsea-greenvestthemorningsteals，Andtolove'sfrightenedeyesrevealsThelongwhitefingersofthedawnFastclimbinguptheeasternskyTograspandslaytheshudderingnight，Allcarelessofmyheart'sdelight，Orifthenightingaleshoulddie。
　　Poem:FabienDeiFranchiTomyFriendHenryIrving
　　Thesilentroom，theheavycreepingshade，Thedeadthattravelfast，theopeningdoor，Themurderedbrotherrisingthroughthefloor，Theghost'swhitefingersonthyshoulderslaid，Andthenthelonelyduelintheglade，Thebrokenswords，thestifledscream，thegore，Thygrandrevengefuleyeswhenalliso'er，-
　　Thesethingsarewellenough，-butthouwertmadeFormoreaugustcreation!frenziedLearShouldatthybiddingwanderontheheathWiththeshrillfooltomockhim，RomeoFortheeshouldlurehislove，anddesperatefearPluckRichard'srecreantdaggerfromitssheath-
　　ThoutrumpetsetforShakespeare'slipstoblow!
　　Poem:PhedreToSarahBernhardt
　　HowvainanddullthiscommonworldmustseemTosuchaOneasthou，whoshould'sthavetalkedAtFlorencewithMirandola，orwalkedThroughthecoololivesoftheAcademe:
　　Thoushould'sthavegatheredreedsfromagreenstreamForGoat-footPan'sshrillpiping，andhaveplayedWiththewhitegirlsinthatPhaeaciangladeWheregraveOdysseuswakenedfromhisdream。
　　Ah!surelyoncesomeurnofAtticclayHeldthywandust，andthouhastcomeagainBacktothiscommonworldsodullandvain，Forthouwertwearyofthesunlessday，Theheavyfieldsofscentlessasphodel，ThelovelesslipswithwhichmenkissinHell。
　　Poem:PortiaToEllenTerry
　　ImarvelnotBassaniowassoboldToperilallhehaduponthelead，OrthatproudAragonbentlowhisheadOrthatMorocco'sfieryheartgrewcold:
　　ForinthatgorgeousdressofbeatengoldWhichismoregoldenthanthegoldensunNowomanVeroneselookeduponWashalfsofairasthouwhomIbehold。
　　YetfairerwhenwithwisdomasyourshieldThesober-suitedlawyer'sgownyoudonned，AndwouldnotletthelawsofVeniceyieldAntonio'shearttothataccursedJew-
　　OPortia!takemyheart:itisthydue:
　　IthinkIwillnotquarrelwiththeBond。
　　Poem:QueenHenriettaMariaToEllenTerry
　　Inthelonetent，waitingforvictory，Shestandswitheyesmarredbythemistsofpain，Likesomewanlilyoverdrenchedwithrain:
　　Theclamorousclangofarms，theensanguinedsky，War'sruin，andthewreckofchivalryToherproudsoulnocommonfearcanbring:
　　BravelyshetarriethforherLordtheKing，Hersoula-flamewithpassionateecstasy。
　　OHairofGold!OCrimsonLips!OFaceMadefortheluringandtheloveofman!
　　WiththeeIdoforgetthetoilandstress，Thelovelessroadthatknowsnorestingplace，Time'sstraitenedpulse，thesoul'sdreadweariness，Myfreedom，andmyliferepublican!
　　Poem:CammaToEllenTerry
　　AsonewhoporingonaGrecianurnScansthefairshapessomeAttichandhathmade，Godwithslimgoddess，goodlymanwithmaid，Andfortheirbeauty'ssakeislothtoturnAndfacetheobviousday，mustInotyearnFormanyasecretmoonofindolentbliss，WheninmidmostshrineofArtemisIseetheestanding，antique-limbed，andstern？
　　Andyet-methinksI'dratherseetheeplayThatserpentofoldNile，whosewitcheryMadeEmperorsdrunken，-come，greatEgypt，shakeOurstagewithallthymimicpageants!Nay，Iamgrownsickofunrealpassions，makeTheworldthineActium，methineAnthony!
　　Poem:PantheaNay，letuswalkfromfireuntofire，Frompassionatepaintodeadlierdelight，-
　　Iamtooyoungtolivewithoutdesire，TooyoungartthoutowastethissummernightAskingthoseidlequestionswhichofoldMansoughtofseerandoracle，andnoreplywastold。
　　For，sweet，tofeelisbetterthantoknow，Andwisdomisachildlessheritage，Onepulseofpassion-youth'sfirstfieryglow，-
　　Areworththehoardedproverbsofthesage:
　　Vexnotthysoulwithdeadphilosophy，Havewenotlipstokisswith，heartstoloveandeyestosee!
　　Dostthounothearthemurmuringnightingale，Likewaterbubblingfromasilverjar，Sosoftshesingstheenviousmoonispale，ThathighinheavensheishungsofarShecannothearthatlove-enrapturedtune，-
　　Markhowshewreatheseachhornwithmist，yonlateandlabouringmoon。
　　Whitelilies，inwhosecupsthegoldbeesdream，ThefallensnowofpetalswherethebreezeScattersthechestnutblossom，orthegleamOfboyishlimbsinwater，-arenottheseEnoughforthee，dostthoudesiremore？
　　Alas!theGodswillgivenoughtelsefromtheireternalstore。
　　ForourhighGodshavesickandweariedgrownOfallourendlesssins，ourvainendeavourForwasteddaysofyouthtomakeatoneBypainorprayerorpriest，andnever，never，Hearkentheynowtoeithergoodorill，Butsendtheirrainuponthejustandtheunjustatwill。
　　Theysitatease，ourGodstheysitatease，Strewingwithleavesofrosetheirscentedwine，Theysleep，theysleep，beneaththerockingtreesWhereasphodelandyellowlotustwine，MourningtheoldgladdaysbeforetheyknewWhatevilthingstheheartofmancoulddream，anddreamingdo。
　　AndfarbeneaththebrazenfloortheyseeLikeswarmingfliesthecrowdoflittlemen，Thebustleofsmalllives，thenwearilyBacktotheirlotus-hauntstheyturnagainKissingeachothers'mouths，andmixmoredeepThepoppy-seededdraughtwhichbringssoftpurple-liddedsleep。
　　Therealldaylongthegolden-vesturedsun，Theirtorch-bearer，standswithhistorchablaze，And，whenthegaudywebofnoonisspunByitstwelvemaidens，throughthecrimsonhazeFreshfromEndymion'sarmscomesforththemoon，AndtheimmortalGodsintoilsofmortalpassionsswoon。
　　TherewalksQueenJunothroughsomedewymead，HergrandwhitefeetfleckedwiththesaffrondustOfwind-stirredlilies，whileyoungGanymedeLeapsinthehotandamber-foamingmust，Hiscurlsalltossed，aswhentheeaglebareThefrightenedboyfromIdathroughtheblueIonianair。
　　ThereinthegreenheartofsomegardencloseQueenVenuswiththeshepherdatherside，HerwarmsoftbodylikethebriarroseWhichwouldbewhiteyetblushesatitspride，Laughslowforlove，tilljealousSalmacisPeersthroughthemyrtle-leavesandsighsforpainoflonelybliss。
　　Thereneverdoesthatdrearynorth-windblowWhichleavesourEnglishforestsbleakandbare，Noreverfallstheswiftwhite-featheredsnow，Noreverdoththered-toothedlightningdareTowaketheminthesilver-frettednightWhenwelieweepingforsomesweetsadsin，somedeaddelight。
　　Alas!theyknowthefarLethaeanspring，Theviolet-hiddenwaterswelltheyknow，WhereonewhosefeetwithtiredwanderingArefaintandbrokenmaytakeheartandgo，AndfromthosedarkdepthscoolandcrystallineDrink，anddrawbalm，andsleepforsleeplesssouls，andanodyne。
　　Butweoppressournatures，GodorFateIsourenemy，westarveandfeedOnvainrepentance-Oweareborntoolate!
　　WhatbalmforusinbruisedpoppyseedWhocrowdintoonefinitepulseoftimeThejoyofinfiniteloveandthefiercepainofinfinitecrime。
　　Oweareweariedofthissenseofguilt，Weariedofpleasure'sparamourdespair，Weariedofeverytemplewehavebuilt，Weariedofeveryright，unansweredprayer，Formanisweak；Godsleeps:andheavenishigh:
　　Onefiery-colouredmoment:onegreatlove；andlo!wedie。
　　Ah!butnoferry-manwithlabouringpoleNearshisblackshalloptotheflowerlessstrand，NolittlecoinofbronzecanbringthesoulOverDeath'srivertothesunlessland，Victimandwineandvowareallinvain，Thetombissealed；thesoldierswatch；thedeadrisenotagain。
　　Weareresolvedintothesupremeair，Wearemadeonewithwhatwetouchandsee，Withourheart'sbloodeachcrimsonsunisfair，Withouryoungliveseachspring-impassionedtreeFlamesintogreen，thewildestbeaststhatrangeThemoorourkinsmenare，alllifeisone，andallischange。
　　WithbeatofsystoleandofdiastoleOnegrandgreatlifethrobsthroughearth'sgiantheart，AndmightywavesofsingleBeingrollFromnervelessgermtoman，forwearepartOfeveryrockandbirdandbeastandhill，Onewiththethingsthatpreyonus，andonewithwhatwekill。
　　FromlowercellsofwakinglifewepassTofullperfection；thustheworldgrowsold:
　　WewhoaregodlikenowwereonceamassOfquiveringpurplefleckedwithbarsofgold，Unsentientorofjoyormisery，Andtossedinterribletanglesofsomewildandwind-sweptsea。
　　ThishothardflamewithwhichourbodiesburnWillmakesomemeadowblazewithdaffodil，Ay!andthoseargentbreastsofthinewillturnTowater-lilies；thebrownfieldsmentillWillbemorefruitfulforourloveto-night，Nothingislostinnature，allthingsliveinDeath'sdespite。
　　Theboy'sfirstkiss，thehyacinth'sfirstbell，Theman'slastpassion，andthelastredspearThatfromthelilyleaps，theasphodelWhichwillnotletitsblossomsblowforfearOftoomuchbeauty，andthetimidshameOftheyoungbridegroomathislover'seyes，-thesewiththesameOnesacramentareconsecrate，theearthNotwealonehathpassionshymeneal，TheyellowbuttercupsthatshakeformirthAtdaybreakknowapleasurenotlessrealThanwedo，wheninsomefresh-blossomingwood，Wedrawthespringintoourhearts，andfeelthatlifeisgood。
　　SowhenmenburyusbeneaththeyewThycrimson-stainedmoutharosewillbe，Andthysofteyeslushbluebellsdimmedwithdew，AndwhenthewhitenarcissuswantonlyKissesthewinditsplaymatesomefaintjoyWillthrillourdust，andwewillbeagainfondmaidandboy。
　　Andthuswithoutlife'sconscioustorturingpainInsomesweetflowerwewillfeelthesun，Andfromthelinnet'sthroatwillsingagain，Andastwogorgeous-mailedsnakeswillrunOverourgraves，orastwotigerscreepThroughthehotjunglewheretheyellow-eyedhugelionssleepAndgivethembattle!HowmyheartleapsupTothinkofthatgrandlivingafterdeathInbeastandbirdandflower，whenthiscup，Beingfilledtoofullofspirit，burstsforbreath，AndwiththepaleleavesofsomeautumndayThesoulearth'searliestconquerorbecomesearth'slastgreatprey。
　　Othinkofit!WeshallinformourselvesIntoallsensuouslife，thegoat-footFaun，TheCentaur，orthemerrybright-eyedElvesThatleavetheirdancingringstospitethedawnUponthemeadows，shallnotbemorenearThanyouandItonature'smysteries，forweshallhearThethrush'sheartbeat，andthedaisiesgrow，AndthewansnowdropsighingforthesunOnsunlessdaysinwinter，weshallknowBywhomthesilvergossamerisspun，Whopaintsthediaperedfritillaries，Onwhatwidewingsfromshiveringpinetopinetheeagleflies。
　　Ay!hadweneverlovedatall，whoknowsIfyonderdaffodilhadluredthebeeIntoitsgildedwomb，oranyroseHadhungwithcrimsonlampsitslittletree!
　　Methinksnoleafwouldeverbudinspring，Butforthelovers'lipsthatkiss，thepoets'lipsthatsing。
　　Isthelightvanishedfromourgoldensun，Oristhisdaedal-fashionedearthlessfair，Thatwearenature'sheritors，andoneWitheverypulseoflifethatbeatstheair？
　　Rathernewsunsacrosstheskyshallpass，Newsplendourcomeuntotheflower，newglorytothegrass。
　　Andwetwoloversshallnotsitafar，Criticsofnature，butthejoyousseaShallbeourraiment，andthebeardedstarShootarrowsatourpleasure!WeshallbePartofthemightyuniversalwhole，AndthroughallaeonsmixandminglewiththeKosmicSoul!