Might pierce, and their wide branches blot the spheres As Ruth or Lucy, whom his graceful praise She wears he, proud as dandy with his stays. Like King Lear's looped and windowed raggedness. 6. If you strip Peter, you will see a fellow Scorched by hell's hyperequatorial climate Into a kind of a sulphureous yellow; A lean mark, hardly fit to fling a rhyme at: If you unveil my Witch, no priest nor primate THE WITCH OF ATLAS. 1. BEFORE those cruel twins whom at one birth The pains of putting into learned rhyme, 2. Her mother was one of the Atlantides. The all-beholding Sun had ne'er beholden In the warm shadow of her loveliness; He kissed her with his beams, and made all golden 3. 'Tis said she was first changed into a vapour : And then into a meteor, such as caper On hill-tops when the Moon is in a fit; Which hide themselves between the Earth and Mars. A Te time the Mother of the Months had bent V beauty: dear her eyes as are tmnes's cloven roof; her hair spotted camelopard came; i usar, feries elephant; bests her gene looks made tame,— res beter her at her sacred fount; ** *** ** a beating heart mew bold, Pas ant nower ever to behold. es e iri her young, trast them how they should forego Saan, the pard unstrung 7.8 SHOWS & he is, and sought to know, The rage crie a her way and eres 3 An A. Sients stäng 1 pen cid Tazing de Gat or sing them something new; 1. And universal Par, his self was there. And, thagh more sy him-drvest the adamant He passed out of his evertseny ar Where the quick heart of the great world doth pant, And felt that wondrous Lady all alone. — And she felt him upon her emerald throne. 30. And every Nymph of stream and spreading tree, All came, much wondering how the enwombed rocks II. The herdsmen and the mountain maidens came, 12. For she was beautiful. Her beauty made The bright world dim, and everything beside 13. Which when the Lady knew, she took her spindle, And with these threads a subtle veil she wove- 14. The deep recesses of her odorous dwelling Were stored with magic treasures :-sounds of air Such as we hear in youth, and think the feeling 15. And there lay Visions swift and sweet and quaint, It is their work to bear to many a saint Whose heart adores the shrine which holiest is, 16 And odours in a kind of aviary fever-blooming Eden-trees she kept, Cupped in a flating net a love-sick Fairy Had woven frota dew-beams while the moon yet slept They beat their vans; and each was an adept-- ceites dreams-or, if eyes needs must weep, 15. Her cave was stored with scrolls of strange device Ay how i dag that seem untameable, me, cirth mi fire, the ocean, and the wind, To which the enchantment of her Father's power BAL & JUN 2 I SITES D A: Fe she Zoead alone in ths wild home, And her own thoughts were each a minister, o with the wad or with the speed of fic, Taw dead: sach power her mighty Sire |