I ask no bawble miniature, Nor ringlets dead Shorn from her comely head, Now that morning not disdains They her heralds be, Steeped in her quality, And singers of her fame Who is their Muse and dame. 'Higher, dear swallows! mind not what I say. Ah! heedless how the weak are strong, Say, was it just, In thee to frame, in me to trust, Thou to the Syrian couldst belong? I am of a lineage That each for each doth fast engage; Ill-bested for gay bridegroom. When thy meteor glances came, We talked at large of worldly fate, Once I dwelt apart, Now I live with all; As shepherd's lamp on far hill-side A door into the mountain heart, Now, deceived, thou wanderest And my kindred come to soothe me. He is come through fragrant wood, And twilight nook, Unveils thy form. Out of the forest way Forth paced it yesterday; And when I sat by the watercourse, Watching the daylight fade, It throbbed up from the brook. 'River, and rose, and crag, and bird, Frost, and sun, and eldest night, To me their aid preferred, To me their comfort plight; "Courage! we are thine allies, And with this hint be wise, The chains of kind The distant bind; Deed thou doest she must do, Above her will, be true; And, in her strict resort To winds and waterfalls, And autumn's sunlit festivals, To music, and to music's thought, Inextricably bound, She shall find thee, and be found. Follow not her flying feet; Come to us herself to meet." INITIAL, DÆMONIC, AND CELESTIAL LOVE. I. THE INITIAL LOVE. VENUS, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, And told the truant by his marks, Time and tide are strangely changed, |