II. Then Alpheus bold, On his glacier cold, With his trident the mountains strook; And opened a chasm. In the rocks; with the spasm All Erymanthus shook. And the black south wind It concealed behind The urns of the silent snow, And earthquake and thunder The bars of the springs below: Of the River-god1 were III. Oh, save me! Oh, guide me! For he grasps me now by the hair!" To its blue depth stirred, And divided at her prayer; And under the water The Earth's white daughter Fled like a sunny beam; Behind her descended Her billows, unblended 1 In Mrs. Shelley's editions, river God. With the brackish Dorian stream: Like a gloomy stain On the emerald main As an eagle pursuing A dove to its ruin1 Down the streams of the cloudy wind. IV. Under the bowers Where the Ocean Powers Which amid the streams Where the shadowy waves And the sword-fish dark, Under the ocean foam, And up through the rifts Of the mountain clifts They past to their Dorian home. V. And now from their fountains In Enna's mountains, Down one vale where the morning basks, Grown single-hearted, They ply their watery tasks. From their cradles steep In the cave of the shelving hill; . Through the woods below In the rocking deep Like spirits that lie In the azure sky THE QUESTION.1 I. I DREAMED that, as I wandered by the way, And gentle odours led my steps astray, 1 First given by Mrs. Shelley in the Posthumous Poems. Along a shelving bank of turf, which lay Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kissed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream. II. There grew pied wind-flowers and violets, Daisies, those pearled Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets; Faint oxlips; tender bluebells, at whose birth Its mother's face with heaven-collected tears, III. And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine, Green cow-bind and the moonlight-coloured May, And cherry blossoms, and white cups, whose wine Was the bright dew yet drained not by the day; And wild roses, and ivy serpentine, With its dark buds and leaves, wandering astray; And flowers azure, black, and streaked with gold, Fairer than any' wakened eyes behold. IV. And nearer to the river's trembling edge There grew broad flag-flowers, purple prankt with white, And starry river buds among the sedge, And floating water-lilies, broad and bright, Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge With moonlight beams of their own watery light; This line, omitted from Mrs. Shelley's editions, was discovered by VOL. IV. D Mr. Garnett, and published in The And bulrushes, and reeds of such deep green V. Methought that of these visionary flowers I made a nosegay, bound in such a way HYMN OF APOLLO.1 I. THE sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie, Fanning the busy dreams from my dim eyes,— II. Then I arise, and climbing Heaven's blue dome, Leaving my robe upon the ocean foam; My footsteps pave the clouds with fire; the caves Are filled with my bright presence, and the air Leaves the green earth to my embraces bare. 1 Mrs. Shelley first gave this and the Hymn of Pan in the Posthumous Poems, with a note explaining that the two Hymns were "written at the request of a friend, to be inserted in a drama on the subject of Midas." |