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Side-looking Magians trafficked; thence, by
An Afreet snatched thee, and with wings upbore
Beyond the Aral mount; or, hoping gain,
In the Pelethronian antre, taught thee lore:
In forests dim to steer. There hast thou
Immortal Pan dance secret in a glade,
And, dancing, roll his eyes; these, where they fell,
Shed glee, and through the congregated oaks A flying horror winged; while all the earth To the god's pregnant footing thrilled within.
Or whiles, beside the sobbing stream, he breathed,
In his clutched pipe, unformed and wizard
Divine yet brutal; which the forest heard, And thou, with awe; and far upon the plain The unthinking ploughman started and gave ear.
Now things there are that, upon him who
A strong vocation lay; and strains there are That whoso hears shall hear for evermore. For evermore thou hear'st immortal Pan And those melodious godheads, ever young And ever quiring, on the mountains old.
What was this earth, child of the gods, to thee?
Forth from thy dreamland thou, a dreamer, cam'st,
And in thine ears the olden music rang,
To a so fallen earth, alas! too late.
Where that desirèd angel bathes no more.
As when the Indian to Dakota comes,
Long cold with rains, and where old terror lodged,
And where the dead. So thee undying
With all her pack, hunts screaming through the years:
Here, there, thou fleeëst; but nor here nor there
The pleasant gods abide, the glory dwells.
That, that was not Apollo, not the god. This was not Venus, though she Venus seemed
A moment. And though fair yon river
She, all the way, from disenchanted fount To seas unhallowed runs; the gods forsook Long since her trembling rushes; from her plains
Disconsolate, long since adventure fled;
And now although the inviting river flows, And every poplared cape, and every bend Or willowy islet, win upon thy soul
And to thy hopeful shallop whisper speed; Yet hope not thou at all; hope is no more; And O, long since the golden groves are dead,
The faery cities vanished from the land!
TO W. E. HENLEY
HE year runs through her phases; rain
Springtime and summer pass; winter succeeds;
But one pale season rules the house of death. Cold falls the imprisoned daylight; fell disease
By each lean pallet squats, and pain and sleep
Toss gaping on the pillows.
Uprise and take thy pipe.
But O thou!
Bid music flow, Strains by good thoughts attended, like the spring
The swallows follow over land and sea.
Pain sleeps at once; at once, with open eyes, Dozing despair awakes. The shepherd sees His flock come bleating home; the seaman hears