In days far off, and with what other eyes I used to watch-if I be he that watch'd The lucid outline forming round thee; saw Changed with thy mystic change, and felt my blood Yet hold me not for ever in thine East: ille ego si spiro, quam non hoc corde tuebar gliscere te cingens iubar et pallentis apricos stare comis cirros miramque subire videbar te subeunte vicem, penitus magis ossa calescens quo portae magis et rubor ardescebat obortae! at tua labra mihi crebrum irrorantia nectar os frontemque dabant resupino et lumina circum oscula quis vernae non germina suavius halant semireducta rosae; nec secius oscula figens nescio quid clementis inexpertique canebas. crescere sic Phoebi plusquam mortale recordor carmen, at in turres nebulosam assurgere Troiam. ne tamen aeternum his claustris orientis in aevom saepiar an leti fruar immortalibus heres amplius? en roseis involvor frigidus umbris, frigida candescunt tua limina, friget eoum sub pede rugato limen, cum mane vapores submittunt procul obscuro cingentia tractu arva domos hominum, quis posse perire beatis And grassy barrows of the happier dead. TENNYSON. |