As of old, walks on, and I hear Her palpitating foot on the shudd’ring main, While, under my feet, the green sea-snake creeps near Hissing with scales that gleam, To stand upon this crag beside the sea, And dream, and dream, of thee With clench'd white hands, set teeth, and robes that stream Behind me in the wind, while audibly The waves moan Phaon, Shriek Phaon, Phaon, Phaon, Phaon, Phaon, Phaon, with deep intoning, Tumultuously, tumultuously groaning! O rest, rest, rest!— 4. While the Moon with her virgin light Thro' eternities of night Dumbly paces on to the east from the west, To mingle with the waves that under the height Murmur along the shore, To mix my virgin love, my agony, Into the restless sea That Dian strives to comfort evermore, To cling to those white skirts and moan of thee, O Phaon, Phaon, Restless for love of Phaon, Phaon, Phaon, Phaon, with ceaseless motion, Yet soothed by the soother of Ocean! XII. A VOICE FROM ACADEME. OVER this azure poplar glade The sunshine, fainting high above, Ebbs back from woolly clouds that move Yonder I see the river run, Half in the shade, half in the sun ; And as I near its rushy brink The sparkling minnows, where they lie With silver bellies to the sky, Flash from me in a shower and sink. I stand in shadows cool and sweet, But in the mirror at my feet All round about this shaded spot, I know the kindled landskip glows; For in this place of shade and sound, I feel like one removed from strain And fever of the happy brain- The gaudy world from which he went Like that white globe beyond the leaves ! |