O LOVE, Love, Love! oh, withering might! O sun, that at thy noonday height Throbbing thro' all thy heat and light! Lo! falling from my constant mind, II. Last night, when some one spoke his name, From my swift blood, that went and came, A thousand little shafts of flame Were shivered in my narrow frame. O Love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul thro' My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew. III. Before he mounts the hill, I know He cometh quickly from below In my dry brain my spirit soon, Faints like a dazzled morning moon. IV. The wind sounds like a silver wire, And from beyond the noon a fire And, isled in sudden seas of light, E V. My whole soul waiting silently, All naked in a sultry sky, Droops blinded with his shining eye, I will grow round him in his place, CENONE. THERE is a dale in Ida, lovelier Than any in old Ionia, beautiful With emerald slopes of sunny sward, that lean Above the loud glenriver, which hath worn A path thro' steepdown granite walls below Mantled with flowering tendriltwine. In front The cedarshadowy valleys open wide. Far-seen, high over all the Godbuilt wall And many a snowycolumned range divine, Mounted with awful sculptures-men and Gods, The work of Gods-bright on the darkblue sky The windy citadel of Ilion Shone, like the crown of Troas. Hither came Mournful Enone wandering forlorn Of Paris, once her playmate. Round her neck, Her neck all marblewhite and marblecold, Floated her hair or seemed to float in rest. She, leaning on a vine-entwined stone, Sang to the stillness, till the mountain-shadow "O mother Ida, many fountained Ida, Dear mother Ida, hearken ere I die. The grasshopper is silent in the grass, The lizard with his shadow on the stone Sleeps like a shadow, and the scarletwinged* Along the water-rounded granite-rock The purple flower droops: the golden bee My eyes are full of tears, my heart of love, My heart is breaking and my eyes are dim, aweary of my life. In the Pyrenees, where part of this poem was written, I saw a very beautiful species of Cicala, which had scarlet wings spotted with black. Probably nothing of the kind exists in Mount Ida. |