To　twinkle　on　my　bosom？　No　one　dies
  Before　me；　till　from　these　enslaving　eyes
  Redemption　sparkles！…　I　am　sad　and　lost。〃
  Thou；　Carian　lord；　hadst　better　have　been　tost
  Into　a　whirlpool。　Vanish　into　air；
  Warm　mountaineer！　for　canst　thou　only　bear
  A　woman's　sigh　alone　and　in　distress？
  See　not　her　charms！　Is　Phoebe　passionless？
  Phoebe　is　fairer　far…　O　gaze　no　more：…
  Yet　if　thou　wilt　behold　all　beauty's　store；
  Behold　her　panting　in　the　forest　grass！
  Do　not　those　curls　of　glossy　jet　surpass
  For　tenderness　the　arms　so　idly　lain
  Amongst　them？　Feelest　not　a　kindred　pain；
  To　see　such　lovely　eyes　in　swimming　search
  After　some　warm　delight；　that　seems　to　perch
  Dovelike　in　the　dim　cell　lying　beyond
  Their　upper　lids？…　Hist！
  〃O　for　Hermes'　wand；
  To　touch　this　flower　into　human　shape！
  That　woodland　Hyacinthus　could　escape
  From　his　green　prison；　and　here　kneeling　down
  Call　me　his　queen；　his　second　life's　fair　crown！
  Ah　me；　how　I　could　love！…　My　soul　doth　melt
  For　the　unhappy　youth…　Love！　I　have　felt
  So　faint　a　kindness；　such　a　meek　surrender
  To　what　my　own　full　thoughts　had　made　too　tender；
  That　but　for　tears　my　life　had　fled　away！…
  Ye　deaf　and　senseless　minutes　of　the　day；
  And　thou；　old　forest；　hold　ye　this　for　true；
  There　is　no　lightning；　no　authentic　dew
  But　in　the　eye　of　love：　there's　not　a　sound；
  Melodious　howsoever；　can　confound
  The　heavens　and　earth　in　one　to　such　a　death
  As　doth　the　voice　of　love：　there's　not　a　breath
  Will　mingle　kindly　with　the　meadow　air；
  Till　it　has　panted　round；　and　stolen　a　share
  Of　passion　from　the　heart！〃…
  Upon　a　bough
  He　leant；　wretched。　He　surely　cannot　now
  Thirst　for　another　love：　O　impious；
  That　he　can　ever　dream　upon　it　thus！…
  Thought　he；　〃Why　am　I　not　as　are　the　dead；
  Since　to　a　woe　like　this　I　have　been　led
  Through　the　dark　earth；　and　through　the　wondrous　sea？
  Goddess！　I　love　thee　not　the　less：　from　thee
  By　Juno's　smile　I　turn　not…　no；　no；　no…
  While　the　great　waters　are　at　ebb　and　flow。…
  I　have　a　triple　soul！　O　fond　pretence…
  For　both；　for　both　my　love　is　so　immense；
  I　feel　my　heart　is　cut　for　them　in　twain。〃
  And　so　he　groan'd；　as　one　by　beauty　slain。
  The　lady's　heart　beat　quick；　and　he　could　see
  Her　gentle　bosom　heave　tumultuously。
  He　sprang　from　his　green　covert：　there　she　lay；
  Sweet　as　a　muskrose　upon　new…made　hay；
  With　all　her　limbs　on　tremble；　and　her　eyes
  Shut　softly　up　alive。　To　speak　he　tries。
  〃Fair　damsel；　pity　me！　forgive　that　I
  Thus　violate　thy　bower's　sanctity！
  O　pardon　me；　for　I　am　full　of　grief…
  Grief　born　of　thee；　young　angel！　fairest　thief！
  Who　stolen　hast　away　the　wings　wherewith
  I　was　to　top　the　heavens。　Dear　maid；　sith
  Thou　art　my　executioner；　and　I　feel
  Loving　and　hatred；　misery　and　weal；
  Will　in　a　few　short　hours　be　nothing　to　me；
  And　all　my　story　that　much　passion　slew　me；
  Do　smile　upon　the　evening　of　my　days：
  And；　for　my　tortur'd　brain　begins　to　craze；
  Be　thou　my　nurse；　and　let　me　understand
  How　dying　I　shall　kiss　that　lilly　hand。…
  Dost　weep　for　me？　Then　should　I　be　content。
  Scowl　on；　ye　fates！　until　the　firmament
  Outblackens　Erebus；　and　the　full…cavern'd　earth
  Crumbles　into　itself。　By　the　cloud　girth
  Of　Jove；　those　tears　have　given　me　a　thirst
  To　meet　oblivion。〃…　As　her　heart　would　burst
  The　maiden　sobb'd　awhile；　and　then　replied：
  〃Why　must　such　desolation　betide
  As　that　thou　speak'st　of？　Are　not　these　green　nooks
  Empty　of　all　misfortune？　Do　the　brooks
  Utter　a　gorgon　voice？　Does　yonder　thrush；
  Schooling　its　half…fledg'd　little　ones　to　brush
  About　the　dewy　forest；　whisper　tales？…
  Speak　not　of　grief；　young　stranger；　or　cold　snails
  Will　slime　the　rose　to　night。　Though　if　thou　wilt；
  Methinks　'twould　be　a　guilt…　a　very　guilt…
  Not　to　companion　thee；　and　sigh　away
  The　light…　the　dusk…　the　dark…　till　break　of　day！〃
  〃Dear　lady；〃　said　Endymion；　〃'tis　past：
  I　love　thee！　and　my　days　can　never　last。
  That　I　may　pass　in　patience　still　speak：
  Let　me　have　music　dying；　and　I　seek
  No　more　delight…　I　bid　adieu　to　all。
  Didst　thou　not　after　other　climates　call；
  And　murmur　about　Indian　streams？〃…　Then　she；
  Sitting　beneath　the　midmost　forest　tree；
  For　pity　sang　this　roundelay…
  〃O　Sorrow；
  Why　dost　borrow
  The　natural　hue　of　health；　from　vermeil　lips？…
  To　give　maiden　blushes
  To　the　white　rose　bushes？
  Or　is't　thy　dewy　hand　the　daisy　tips？
  〃O　Sorrow；
  Why　dost　borrow
  The　lustrous　passion　from　a　falcon…eye？…
  To　give　the　glow…worm　light？
  Or；　on　a　moonless　night；
  To　tinge；　on　syren　shores；　the　salt　sea…spry
  〃O　Sorrow；
  Why　dost　borrow
  The　mellow　ditties　from　a　mourning　tongue？…
  To　give　at　evening　pale
  Unto　the　nightingale；
  That　thou　mayst　listen　the　cold　dews　among？
  〃O　Sorrow；
  Why　dost　borrow
  Heart's　lightness　from　the　merriment　of　May？…
  A　lover　would　not　tread
  A　cowslip　on　the　head；
  Though　he　should　dance　from　eve　till　peep　of　day…
  Nor　any　drooping　flower
  Held　sacred　for　thy　bower；
  Wherever　he　may　sport　himself　and　play。
  〃To　Sorrow；
  I　bade　good…morrow；
  And　thought　to　leave　her　far　away　behind；
  But　cheerly；　cheerly；
  She　loves　me　dearly；
  She　is　so　constant　to　me；　and　so　kind：
  I　would　deceive　her
  And　so　leave　her；
  But　ah！　she　is　so　constant　and　so　kind。
  〃Beneath　my　palm　trees；　by　the　river　side；
  I　sat　a　weeping：　in　the　whole　world　wide
  There　was　no　one　to　ask　me　why　I　wept；…
  And　so　I　kept
  Brimming　the　water…lilly　cups　with　tears
  Cold　as　my　fears。
  〃Beneath　my　palm　trees；　by　the　river　side；
  I　sat　a　weeping：　what　enamour'd　bride；
  Cheated　by　shadowy　wooer　from　the　clouds；
  But　hides　and　shrouds
  Beneath　dark　palm　trees　by　a　river　side？
  〃And　as　I　sat；　over　the　light　blue　hills
  There　came　a　noise　of　revellers：　the　rills
  Into　the　wide　stream　came　of　purple　hue…
  'Twas　Bacchus　and　his　crew！
  The　earnest　trumpet　spake；　and　silver　thrills
  From　kissing　cymbals　made　a　merry　din…
  'Twas　Bacchus　and　his　kin！
  Like　to　a　moving　vintage　down　they　came；
  Crown'd　with　green　leaves；　and　faces　all　on　flame；
  All　madly　dancing　through　the　pleasant　valley；
  To　scare　thee；　Melancholy！
  O　then；　O　then；　thou　wast　a　simple　name！
  And　I　forgot　thee；　as　the　berried　holly
  By　shepherds　is　forgotten；　when；　in　June；
  Tall　chesnuts　keep　away　the　sun　and　moon：…
  I　rush'd　into　the　folly！
  〃Within　his　car；　aloft；　young　Bacchus　stood；
  Trifling　his　ivy…dart；　in　dancing　mood；
  With　sidelong　laughing；
  And　little　rills　of　crimson　wine　imbrued
  His　plump　white　arms；　and　shoulders；　enough　white
  For　Venus'　pearly　bite：
  And　near　him　rode　Silenus　on　his　ass；
  Pelted　with　flowers　as　he　on　did　pass
  Tipsily　quaffing。
  〃Whence　came　ye；　merry　Damsels！　whence　came　ye！
  So　many；　and　so　many；　and　such　glee？
  Why　have　ye　left　your　bowers　desolate；
  Your　lutes　and　gentler　fate？…
  'We　follow　Bacchus！　Bacchus　on　the　wing；
  A　conquering！
  Bacchus；　young　Bacchus！　good　or　ill　betide；
  We　dance　before　him　thorough　kingdoms　wide
  Come　hither；　lady　fair；　and　joined　be
  To　our　wild　minstrelsy！'
  〃Whence　came　ye；　jolly　Satyrs！　whence　came　ye！
  So　many；　and　so　many；　and　such　glee？
  Why　have　ye　left　your　forest　haunts；　why　left
  Your　nuts　in　oak…tree　cleft？…
  'For　wine；　for　wine　we　left　our　kernel　tree；
  For　wine　we　left　our　heath；　and　yellow　brooms；
  And　cold　mushrooms；
  For　wine　we　follow　Bacchus　through　the　earth；
  Great　God　of　breathless　cups　and