Endymion: Book Ii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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O Sovereign power of love O grief O balmA
All records saving thine come cool and calmA
And shadowy through the mist of passed yearsB
For others good or bad hatred and tearsC
Have become indolent but touching thineD
One sigh doth echo one poor sob doth pineD
One kiss brings honey dew from buried daysE
The woes of Troy towers smothering o'er their blazeE
Stiff holden shields far piercing spears keen bladesF
Struggling and blood and shrieks all dimly fadesF
Into some backward corner of the brainG
Yet in our very souls we feel amainG
The close of Troilus and Cressid sweetH
Hence pageant history hence gilded cheatH
Swart planet in the universe of deedsI
Wide sea that one continuous murmur breedsI
Along the pebbled shore of memoryJ
Many old rotten timber'd boats there beJ
Upon thy vaporous bosom magnifiedK
To goodly vessels many a sail of prideK
And golden keel'd is left unlaunch'd and dryL
But wherefore this What care though owl did flyL
About the great Athenian admiral's mastM
What care though striding Alexander pastM
The Indus with his Macedonian numbersN
Though old Ulysses tortured from his slumbersN
The glutted Cyclops what care Juliet leaningO
Amid her window flowers sighing weaningO
Tenderly her fancy from its maiden snowG
Doth more avail than these the silver flowG
Of Hero's tears the swoon of ImogenG
Fair Pastorella in the bandit's denG
Are things to brood on with more ardencyN
Than the death day of empires FearfullyG
Must such conviction come upon his headP
Who thus far discontent has dared to treadP
Without one muse's smile or kind behestQ
The path of love and poesy But restQ
In chaffing restlessness is yet more drearL
Than to be crush'd in striving to uprearL
Love's standard on the battlements of songR
So once more days and nights aid me alongR
Like legion'd soldiersN
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Brain sick shepherd princeN
What promise hast thou faithful guarded sinceN
The day of sacrifice Or have new sorrowsN
Come with the constant dawn upon thy morrowsN
Alas 'tis his old grief For many daysN
Has he been wandering in uncertain waysN
Through wilderness and woods of mossed oaksN
Counting his woe worn minutes by the strokesN
Of the lone woodcutter and listening stillG
Hour after hour to each lush leav'd rillG
Now he is sitting by a shady springO
And elbow deep with feverous fingeringO
Stems the upbursting cold a wild rose treeL
Pavilions him in bloom and he doth seeL
A bud which snares his fancy lo but nowG
He plucks it dips its stalk in the water howG
It swells it buds it flowers beneath his sightS
And in the middle there is softly pightS
A golden butterfly upon whose wingsN
There must be surely character'd strange thingsN
For with wide eye he wonders and smiles oftS
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Lightly this little herald flew aloftS
Follow'd by glad Endymion's clasped handsN
Onward it flies From languor's sullen bandsN
His limbs are loos'd and eager on he hiesN
Dazzled to trace it in the sunny skiesN
It seem'd he flew the way so easy wasN
And like a new born spirit did he passN
Through the green evening quiet in the sunG
O'er many a heath through many a woodland dunG
Through buried paths where sleepy twilight dreamsN
The summer time away One track unseamsN
A wooded cleft and far away the blueG
Of ocean fades upon him then anewG
He sinks adown a solitary glenG
Where there was never sound of mortal menG
Saving perhaps some snow light cadencesN
Melting to silence when upon the breezeN
Some holy bark let forth an anthem sweetS
To cheer itself to Delphi Still his feetS
Went swift beneath the merry winged guideS
Until it reached a splashing fountain's sideS
That near a cavern's mouth for ever pour'dS
Unto the temperate air then high it soar'dS
And downward suddenly began to dipT
As if athirst with so much toil 'twould sipT
The crystal spout head so it did with touchU
Most delicate as though afraid to smutchU
Even with mealy gold the waters clearL
But at that very touch to disappearL
So fairy quick was strange BewilderedS
Endymion sought around and shook each bedS
Of covert flowers in vain and then he flungV
Himself along the grass What gentle tongueV
What whisperer disturb'd his gloomy restS
It was a nymph uprisen to the breastS
In the fountain's pebbly margin and she stoodS
'Mong lilies like the youngest of the broodS
To him her dripping hand she softly kistS
And anxiously began to plait and twistS
Her ringlets round her fingers saying YouthW
Too long alas hast thou starv'd on the ruthW
The bitterness of love too long indeedS
Seeing thou art so gentle Could I weedS
Thy soul of care by heavens I would offerL
All the bright riches of my crystal cofferL
To Amphitrite all my clear eyed fishU
Golden or rainbow sided or purplishU
Vermilion tail'd or finn'd with silvery gauzeN
Yea or my veined pebble floor that drawsN
A virgin light to the deep my grotto sandsN
Tawny and gold ooz'd slowly from far landsN
By my diligent springs my level lilies shellsN
My charming rod my potent river spellsN
Yes every thing even to the pearly cupX
Meander gave me for I bubbled upX
To fainting creatures in a desert wildS
But woe is me I am but as a childS
To gladden thee and all I dare to sayN
Is that I pity thee that on this dayN
I've been thy guide that thou must wander farL
In other regions past the scanty barL
To mortal steps before thou cans't be ta'enG
From every wasting sigh from every painG
Into the gentle bosom of thy loveY
Why it is thus one knows in heaven aboveY
But a poor Naiad I guess not FarewelG
I have a ditty for my hollow cellG
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Hereat she vanished from Endymion's gazeN
Who brooded o'er the water in amazeN
The dashing fount pour'd on and where its poolG
Lay half asleep in grass and rushes coolG
Quick waterflies and gnats were sporting stillG
And fish were dimpling as if good nor illG
Had fallen out that hour The wandererL
Holding his forehead to keep off the burrL
Of smothering fancies patiently sat downG
And while beneath the evening's sleepy frownG
Glow worms began to trim their starry lampsN
Thus breath'd he to himself Whoso encampsN
To take a fancied city of delightS
O what a wretch is he and when 'tis hisN
After long toil and travelling to missN
The kernel of his hopes how more than vileG
Yet for him there's refreshment even in toilG
Another city doth he set aboutS
Free from the smallest pebble bead of doubtS
That he will seize on trickling honey combsN
Alas he finds them dry and then he foamsN
And onward to another city speedsN
But this is human life the war the deedsN
The disappointment the anxietyS
Imagination's struggles far and nighL
All human bearing in themselves this goodS
That they are sill the air the subtle foodS
To make us feel existence and to shewU
How quiet death is Where soil is men growL
Whether to weeds or flowers but for meS
There is no depth to strike in I can seeS
Nought earthly worth my compassing so standS
Upon a misty jutting head of landS
Alone No no and by the Orphean luteS
When mad Eurydice is listening to 'tS
I'd rather stand upon this misty peakZ
With not a thing to sigh for or to seekZ
But the soft shadow of my thrice seen loveY
Than be I care not what O meekest doveY
Of heaven O Cynthia ten times bright and fairL
From thy blue throne now filling all the airL
Glance but one little beam of temper'd lightS
Into my bosom that the dreadful mightS
And tyranny of love be somewhat scar'dS
Yet do not so sweet queen one torment spar'dS
Would give a pang to jealous miseryS
Worse than the torment's self but rather tieS
Large wings upon my shoulders and point outS
My love's far dwelling Though the playful routS
Of Cupids shun thee too divine art thouG
Too keen in beauty for thy silver prowG
Not to have dipp'd in love's most gentle streamA2
O be propitious nor severely deemA2
My madness impious for by all the starsN
That tend thy bidding I do think the barsN
That kept my spirit in are burst that IS
Am sailing with thee through the dizzy skyS
How beautiful thou art The world how deepB2
How tremulous dazzlingly the wheels sweepB2
Around their axle Then these gleaming reinsN
How lithe When this thy chariot attainsN
Is airy goal haply some bower veilsN
Those twilight eyes Those eyes my spirit failsN
Dear goddess help or the wide gaping airL
Will gulph me help At this with madden'd stareL
And lifted hands and trembling lips he stoodS
Like old Deucalion mountain'd o'er the floodS
Or blind Orion hungry for the mornG
And but from the deep cavern there was borneG
A voice he had been froze to senseless stoneG
Nor sigh of his nor plaint nor passion'd moanG
Had more been heard Thus swell'd it forth DescendS
Young mountaineer descend where alleys bendS
Into the sparry hollows of the worldS
Oft hast thou seen bolts of the thunder hurl'dS
As from thy threshold day by day hast beenG
A little lower than the chilly sheenG
Of icy pinnacles and dipp'dst thine armsN
Into the deadening ether that still charmsN
Their marble being now as deep profoundS
As those are high descend He ne'er is crown'dS
With immortality who fears to followL
Where airy voices lead so through the hollowL
The silent mysteries of earth descendS
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He heard but the last words nor could contendS
One moment in reflection for he fledS
Into the fearful deep to hide his headS
From the clear moon the trees and coming madnessN
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'Twas far too strange and wonderful for sadnessN
Sharpening by degrees his appetiteS
To dive into the deepest Dark nor lightS
The region nor bright nor sombre whollyS
But mingled up a gleaming melancholyS
A dusky empire and its diademsN
One faint eternal eventide of gemsN
Aye millions sparkled on a vein of goldS
Along whose track the prince quick footsteps toldS
With all its lines abrupt and angularL
Out shooting sometimes like a meteor starL
Through a vast antre then the metal woofC2
Like Vulcan's rainbow with some monstrous roofC2
Curves hugely now far in the deep abyssN
It seems an angry lightning and doth hissN
Fancy into belief anon it leadsN
Through winding passages where sameness breedsN
Vexing conceptions of some sudden changeD2
Whether to silver grots or giant rangeD2
Of sapphire columns or fantastic bridgeE2
Athwart a flood of crystal On a ridgeE2
Now fareth he that o'er the vast beneathF2
Towers like an ocean cliff and whence he seethF2
A hundred waterfalls whose voices comeG2
But as the murmuring surge Chilly and numbG2
His bosom grew when first he far awayN
Descried an orbed diamond set to frayN
Old darkness from his throne 'twas like the sunG
Uprisen o'er chaos and with such a stunG
Came the amazement that absorb'd in itS
He saw not fiercer wonders past the witS
Of any spirit to tell but one of thoseN
Who when this planet's sphering time doth closeN
Will be its high remembrancers who theyN
The mighty ones who have made eternal dayN
For Greece and England While astonishmentS
With deep drawn sighs was quieting he wentS
Into a marble gallery passing throughU
A mimic temple so complete and trueU
In sacred custom that he well nigh fear'dS
To search it inwards whence far off appear'dS
Through a long pillar'd vista a fair shrineG
And just beyond on light tiptoe divineG
A quiver'd Dian Stepping awfullyS
The youth approach'd oft turning his veil'd eyeS
Down sidelong aisles and into niches oldS
And when more near against the marble coldS
He had touch'd his forehead he began to threadS
All courts and passages where silence deadS
Rous'd by his whispering footsteps murmured faintS
And long he travers'd to and fro to acquaintS
Himself with every mystery and aweH2
Till weary he sat down before the mawI2
Of a wide outlet fathomless and dimJ2
To wild uncertainty and shadows grimJ2
There when new wonders ceas'd to float beforeL
And thoughts of self came on how crude and soreL
The journey homeward to habitual selfK2
A mad pursuing of the fog born elfK2
Whose flitting lantern through rude nettle briarL
Cheats us into a swamp into a fireL
Into the bosom of a hated thingO
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What misery most drowningly doth singO
In lone Endymion's ear now he has caughtS
The goal of consciousness Ah 'tis the thoughtS
The deadly feel of solitude for loL
He cannot see the heavens nor the flowL
Of rivers nor hill flowers running wildS
In pink and purple chequer nor up pil'dS
The cloudy rack slow journeying in the westS
Like herded elephants nor felt nor prestS
Cool grass nor tasted the fresh slumberous airL
But far from such companionship to wearL
An unknown time surcharg'd with grief awayN
Was now his lot And must he patient stayN
Tracing fantastic figures with his spearL
No exclaimed he why should I tarry hereL
No loudly echoed times innumerableG
At which he straightway started and 'gan tellG
His paces back into the temple's chiefL2
Warming and glowing strong in the beliefL2
Of help from Dian so that when againG
He caught her airy form thus did he plainG
Moving more near the while O Haunter chasteS
Of river sides and woods and heathy wasteS
Where with thy silver bow and arrows keenG
Art thou now forested O woodland QueenG
What smoothest air thy smoother forehead woosN
Where dost thou listen to the wide halloosN
Of thy disparted nymphs Through what dark treeS
Glimmers thy crescent Wheresoe'er it beS
'Tis in the breath of heaven thou dost tasteS
Freedom as none can taste it nor dost wasteS
Thy loveliness in dismal elementsN
But finding in our green earth sweet contentsN
There livest blissfully Ah if to theeS
It feels Elysian how rich to meS
An exil'd mortal sounds its pleasant nameM2
Within my breast there lives a choking flameM2
O let me cool it among the zephyr boughsN
A homeward fever parches up my tongueV
O let me slake it at the running springsN
Upon my ear a noisy nothing ringsN
O let me once more hear the linnet's noteS
Before mine eyes thick films and shadows floatS
O let me 'noint them with the heaven's lightS
Dost thou now lave thy feet and ankles whiteS
O think how sweet to me the freshening sluiceN
Dost thou now please thy thirst with berry juiceN
O think how this dry palate would rejoiceN
If in soft slumber thou dost hear my voiceN
Oh think how I should love a bed of flowersN
Young goddess let me see my native bowersN
Deliver me from this rapacious deepB2
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Thus ending loudly as he would o'erleapB2
His destiny alert he stood but whenG
Obstinate silence came heavily againG
Feeling about for its old couch of spaceN
And airy cradle lowly bow'd his faceN
Desponding o'er the marble floor's cold thrillG
But 'twas not long for sweeter than the rillG
To its old channel or a swollen tideS
To margin sallows were the leaves he spiedS
And flowers and wreaths and ready myrtle crownsN
Up heaping through the slab refreshment drownsN
Itself and strives its own delights to hideS
Nor in one spot alone the floral prideS
In a long whispering birth enchanted grewU
Before his footsteps as when heav'd anewU
Old ocean rolls a lengthened wave to the shoreL
Down whose green back the short liv'd foam all hoarL
Bursts gradual with a wayward indolenceN
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Increasing still in heart and pleasant senseN
Upon his fairy journey on he hastesN
So anxious for the end he scarcely wastesN
One moment with his hand among the sweetsN
Onward he goes he stops his bosom beatsN
As plainly in his ear as the faint charmN2
Of which the throbs were born This still alarmN2
This sleepy music forc'd him walk tiptoeL
For it came more softly than the east could blowL
Arion's magic to the Atlantic islesN
Or than the west made jealous by the smilesN
Of thron'd Apollo could breathe back the lyreL
To seas Ionian and TyrianU
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O did he ever live that lonely manU
Who lov'd and music slew not 'Tis the pestS
Of love that fairest joys give most unrestS
That things of delicate and tenderest worthF2
Are swallow'd all and made a seared dearthF2
By one consuming flame it doth immerseN
And suffocate true blessings in a curseN
Half happy by comparison of blissN
Is miserable 'Twas even so with thisN
Dew dropping melody in the Carian's earL
First heaven then hell and then forgotten clearL
Vanish'd in elemental passionU
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And down some swart abysm he had goneU
Had not a heavenly guide benignant ledS
To where thick myrtle branches 'gainst his headS
Brushing awakened then the sounds againU
Went noiseless as a passing noontide rainU
Over a bower where little space he stoodS
For as the sunset peeps into a woodS
So saw he panting light and towards it wentS
Through winding alleys and lo wondermentS
Upon soft verdure saw one here one thereL
Cupids a slumbering on their pinions fairL
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After a thousand mazes overgoneU
At last with sudden step he came uponU
A chamber myrtle wall'd embowered highS
Full of light incense tender minstrelsyN
And more of beautiful and strange besideS
For on a silken couch of rosy prideS
In midst of all there lay a sleeping youthF2
Of fondest beauty fonder in fair soothF2
Than sighs could fathom or contentment reachU
And coverlids gold tinted like the peachU
Or ripe October's faded marigoldsN
Fell sleek about him in a thousand foldsN
Not hiding up an Apollonian curveO2
Of neck and shoulder nor the tenting swerveO2
Of knee from knee nor ankles pointing lightS
But rather giving them to the filled sightS
Officiously Sideway his face repos'dS
On one white arm and tenderly unclos'dS
By tenderest pressure a faint damask mouthF2
To slumbery pout just as the morning southF2
Disparts a dew lipp'd rose Above his headS
Four lily stalks did their white honours wedS
To make a coronal and round him grewU
All tendrils green of every bloom and hueU
Together intertwin'd and trammel'd freshU
The vine of glossy sprout the ivy meshU
Shading its Ethiop berries and woodbineU
Of velvet leaves and bugle blooms divineU
Convolvulus in streaked vases flushU
The creeper mellowing for an autumn blushU
And virgin's bower trailing airilyL
With others of the sisterhood Hard byS
Stood serene Cupids watching silentlyL
One kneeling to a lyre touch'd the stringsN
Muffling to death the pathos with his wingsN
And ever and anon uprose to lookP2
At the youth's slumber while another tookP2
A willow bough distilling odorous dewU
And shook it on his hair another flewU
In through the woven roof and fluttering wiseN
Rain'd violets upon his sleeping eyesN
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At these enchantments and yet many moreL
The breathless Latmian wonder'd o'er and o'erL
Until impatient in embarrassmentS
He forthright pass'd and lightly treading wentS
To that same feather'd lyrist who straightwayN
Smiling thus whisper'd Though from upper dayS
Thou art a wanderer and thy presence hereL
Might seem unholy be of happy cheerL
For 'tis the nicest touch of human honourL
When some ethereal and high favouring donorL
Presents immortal bowers to mortal senseN
As now 'tis done to thee Endymion HenceN
Was I in no wise startled So reclineU
Upon these living flowers Here is wineU
Alive with sparkles never I averL
Since Ariadne was a vintagerL
So cool a purple taste these juicy pearsN
Sent me by sad Vertumnus when his fearsN
Were high about Pomona here is creamA2
Deepening to richness from a snowy gleamA2
Sweeter than that nurse Amalthea skimm'dS
For the boy Jupiter and here undimm'dS
By any touch a bunch of blooming plumsN
Ready to melt between an infant's gumsN
And here is manna pick'd from Syrian treesN
In starlight by the three HesperidesN
Feast on and meanwhile I will let thee knowU
Of all these things around us He did soU
Still brooding o'er the cadence of his lyreL
And thus I need not any hearing tireL
By telling how the sea born goddess pin'dS
For a mortal youth and how she strove to bindS
Him all in all unto her doting selfK2
Who would not be so prison'd but fond elfK2
He was content to let her amorous pleaL
Faint through his careless arms content to seeL
An unseiz'd heaven dying at his feetS
Content O fool to make a cold retreatS
When on the pleasant grass such love lovelornU
Lay sorrowing when every tear was bornU
Of diverse passion when her lips and eyesN
Were clos'd in sullen moisture and quick sighsN
Came vex'd and pettish through her nostrils smallL
Hush no exclaim yet justly mightst thou callL
Curses upon his head I was half gladS
But my poor mistress went distract and madS
When the boar tusk'd him so away she flewU
To Jove's high throne and by her plainings drewU
Immortal tear drops down the thunderer's beardS
Whereon it was decreed he should be rear'dS
Each summer time to life Lo this is heL
That same Adonis safe in the privacyL
Of this still region all his winter sleepB2
Aye sleep for when our love sick queen did weepB2
Over his waned corse the tremulous showerL
Heal'd up the wound and with a balmy powerL
Medicined death to a lengthened drowsinessN
The which she fills with visions and doth dressN
In all this quiet luxury and hath setS
Us young immortals without any letS
To watch his slumber through 'Tis well nigh pass'dS
Even to a moment's filling up and fastS
She scuds with summer breezes to pant throughU
The first long kiss warm firstling to renewU
Embower'd sports in Cytherea's isleL
Look how those winged listeners all this whileL
Stand anxious see behold This clamant wordS
Broke through the careful silence for they heardS
A rustling noise of leaves and out there flutter'dS
Pigeons and doves Adonis something mutter'dS
The while one hand that erst upon his thighS
Lay dormant mov'd convuls'd and graduallyL
Up to his forehead Then there was a humG2
Of sudden voices echoing Come comeG2
Arise awake Clear summer has forth walk'dS
Unto the clover sward and she has talk'dS
Full soothingly to every nested finchU
Rise Cupids or we'll give the blue bell pinchU
To your dimpled arms Once more sweet life beginU
At this from every side they hurried inU
Rubbing their sleepy eyes with lazy wristsN
And doubling overhead their little fistsN
In backward yawns But all were soon aliveQ2
For as delicious wine doth sparkling diveQ2
In nectar'd clouds and curls through water fairL
So from the arbour roof down swell'd an airL
Odorous and enlivening making allL
To laugh and play and sing and loudly callL
For their sweet queen when lo the wreathed greenU
Disparted and far upward could be seenU
Blue heaven and a silver car air borneU
Whose silent wheels fresh wet from clouds of mornU
Spun off a drizzling dew which falling chillL
On soft Adonis' shoulders made him stillL
Nestle and turn uneasily aboutS
Soon were the white doves plain with necks stretch'd outS
And silken traces lighten'd in descentS
And soon returning from love's banishmentS
Queen Venus leaning downward open arm'dS
Her shadow fell upon his breast and charm'dS
A tumult to his heart and a new lifeR2
Into his eyes Ah miserable strifeR2
But for her comforting unhappy sightS
But meeting her blue orbs Who who can writeS
Of these first minutes The unchariest museN
To embracements warm as theirs makes coy excuseN
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O it has ruffled every spirit thereL
Saving love's self who stands superb to shareL
The general gladness awfully he standsN
A sovereign quell is in his waving handsN
No sight can bear the lightning of his bowG
His quiver is mysterious none can knowU
What themselves think of it from forth his eyesN
There darts strange light of varied hues and dyesN
A scowl is sometimes on his brow but whoU
Look full upon it feel anon the blueU
Of his fair eyes run liquid through their soulsN
Endymion feels it and no more controlsN
The burning prayer within him so bent lowU
He had begun a plaining of his woeU
But Venus bending forward said My childS
Favour this gentle youth his days are wildS
With love he but alas too well I seeL
Thou know'st the deepness of his miseryL
Ah smile not so my son I tell thee trueU
That when through heavy hours I used to rueU
The endless sleep of this new born Adon'U
This stranger ay I pitied For uponU
A dreary morning once I fled awayS
Into the breezy clouds to weep and prayS
For this my love for vexing Mars had teaz'dS
Me even to tears thence when a little eas'dS
Down looking vacant through a hazy woodS
I saw this youth as he despairing stoodS
Those same dark curls blown vagrant in the windS
Those same full fringed lids a constant blindS
Over his sullen eyes I saw him throwU
Himself on wither'd leaves even as thoughU
Death had come sudden for no jot he mov'dS
Yet mutter'd wildly I could hear he lov'dS
Some fair immortal and that his embraceN
Had zoned her through the night There is no traceN
Of this in heaven I have mark'd each cheekZ
And find it is the vainest thing to seekZ
And that of all things 'tis kept secretestS
Endymion one day thou wilt be blestS
So still obey the guiding hand that fendsN
Thee safely through these wonders for sweet endsN
'Tis a concealment needful in extremeA2
And if I guess'd not so the sunny beamA2
Thou shouldst mount up to with me Now adieuS
Here must we leave thee At these words up flewS
The impatient doves up rose the floating carL
Up went the hum celestial High afarL
The Latmian saw them minish into noughtS
And when all were clear vanish'd still he caughtS
A vivid lightning from that dreadful bowG
When all was darkened with Etnean throeL
The earth clos'd gave a solitary moanU
And left him once again in twilight loneU
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He did not rave he did not stare aghastS
For all those visions were o'ergone and pastS
And he in loneliness he felt assur'dS
Of happy times when all he had endur'dS
Would seem a feather to the mighty prizeN
So with unusual gladness on he hiesN
Through caves and palaces of mottled oreL
Gold dome and crystal wall and turquois floorL
Black polish'd porticos of awful shadeS
And at the last a diamond balustradeS
Leading afar past wild magnificenceN
Spiral through ruggedest loopholes and thenceN
Stretching across a void then guiding o'erL
Enormous chasms where all foam and roarL
Streams subterranean tease their granite bedsN
Then heighten'd just above the silvery headsN
Of a thousand fountains so that he could dashU
The waters with his spear but at the splashU
Done heedlessly those spouting columns roseN
Sudden a poplar's height and 'gan to encloseN
His diamond path with fretwork streaming roundS
Alive and dazzling cool and with a soundS
Haply like dolphin tumults when sweet shellsN
Welcome the float of Thetis Long he dwellsN
On this delight for every minute's spaceN
The streams with changed magic interlaceN
Sometimes like delicatest latticesN
Cover'd with crystal vines then weeping treesN
Moving about as in a gentle windS
Which in a wink to watery gauze refin'dS
Pour'd into shapes of curtain'd canopiesN
Spangled and rich with liquid broideriesN
Of flowers peacocks swans and naiads fairL
Swifter than lightning went these wonders rareL
And then the water into stubborn streamsN
Collecting mimick'd the wrought oaken beamsN
Pillars and frieze and high fantastic roofC2
Of those dusk places in times far aloofC2
Cathedrals call'd He bade a loth farewelS
To these founts Protean passing gulph and dellS
And torrent and ten thousand jutting shapesN
Half seen through deepest gloom and griesly gapesN
Blackening on every side and overheadS
A vaulted dome like Heaven's far bespreadS
With starlight gems aye all so huge and strangeD2
The solitary felt a hurried changeD2
Working within him into something drearyL
Vex'd like a morning eagle lost and wearyL
And purblind amid foggy midnight woldsN
But he revives at once for who beholdsN
New sudden things nor casts his mental sloughS2
Forth from a rugged arch in the dusk belowS
Came mother Cybele alone aloneU
In sombre chariot dark foldings thrownU
About her majesty and front death paleS
With turrets crown'd Four maned lions haleS
The sluggish wheels solemn their toothed mawsN
Their surly eyes brow hidden heavy pawsN
Uplifted drowsily and nervy tailsN
Cowering their tawny brushes Silent sailsN
This shadowy queen athwart and faints awayS
In another gloomy archU
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Wherefore delayS
Young traveller in such a mournful placeN
Art thou wayworn or canst not further traceN
The diamond path And does it indeed endS
Abrupt in middle air Yet earthward bendS
Thy forehead and to Jupiter cloud borneU
Call ardently He was indeed waywornU
Abrupt in middle air his way was lostS
To cloud borne Jove he bowed and there crostS
Towards him a large eagle 'twixt whose wingsN
Without one impious word himself he flingsN
Committed to the darkness and the gloomT2
Down down uncertain to what pleasant doomT2
Swift as a fathoming plummet down he fellS
Through unknown things till exhaled asphodelS
And rose with spicy fannings interbreath'dS
Came swelling forth where little caves were wreath'dS
So thick with leaves and mosses that they seem'dS
Large honey combs of green and freshly teem'dS
With airs delicious In the greenest nookP2
The eagle landed him and farewel tookP2
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It was a jasmine bower all bestrownU
With golden moss His every sense had grownU
Ethereal for pleasure 'bove his headS
Flew a delight half graspable his treadS
Was Hesperean to his capable earsN
Silence was music from the holy spheresN
A dewy luxury was in his eyesN
The little flowers felt his pleasant sighsN
And stirr'd them faintly Verdant cave and cellS
He wander'd through oft wondering at such swellS
Of sudden exaltation but AlasN
Said he will all this gush of feeling passN
Away in solitude And must they waneU
Like melodies upon a sandy plainU
Without an echo Then shall I be leftS
So sad so melancholy so bereftS
Yet still I feel immortal O my loveY
My breath of life where art thou High aboveY
Dancing before the morning gates of heavenU
Or keeping watch among those starry sevenU
Old Atlas' children Art a maid of the watersN
One of shell winding Triton's bright hair'd daughtersN
Or art impossible a nymph of Dian'sN
Weaving a coronal of tender scionsN
For very idleness Where'er thou artS
Methinks it now is at my will to startS
Into thine arms to scare Aurora's trainU
And snatch thee from the morning o'er the mainU
To scud like a wild bird and take thee offU2
From thy sea foamy cradle or to doffU2
Thy shepherd vest and woo thee mid fresh leavesN
No no too eagerly my soul deceivesN
Its powerless self I know this cannot beL
O let me then by some sweet dreaming fleeL
To her entrancements hither sleep awhileS
Hither most gentle sleep and soothing foilS
For some few hours the coming solitudeS
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Thus spake he and that moment felt enduedS
With power to dream deliciously so woundS
Through a dim passage searching till he foundS
The smoothest mossy bed and deepest whereL
He threw himself and just into the airL
Stretching his indolent arms he took O blissN
A naked waist Fair Cupid whence is thisN
A well known voice sigh'd Sweetest here am IS
At which soft ravishment with doating cryS
They trembled to each other HeliconU
O fountain'd hill Old Homer's HeliconU
That thou wouldst spout a little streamlet o'erL
These sorry pages then the verse would soarL
And sing above this gentle pair like larkV2
Over his nested young but all is darkV2
Around thine aged top and thy clear fountS
Exhales in mists to heaven Aye the countS
Of mighty Poets is made up the scrollS
Is folded by the Muses the bright rollS
Is in Apollo's hand our dazed eyesN
Have seen a new tinge in the western skiesN
The world has done its duty Yet oh yetS
Although the sun of poesy is setS
These lovers did embrace and we must weepB2
That there is no old power left to steepB2
A quill immortal in their joyous tearsN
Long time in silence did their anxious fearsN
Question that thus it was long time they layS
Fondling and kissing every doubt awayS
Long time ere soft caressing sobs beganU
To mellow into words and then there ranU
Two bubbling springs of talk from their sweet lipsN
O known Unknown from whom my being sipsN
Such darling essence wherefore may I notS
Be ever in these arms in this sweet spotS
Pillow my chin for ever ever pressN
These toying hands and kiss their smooth excessN
Why not for ever and for ever feelS
That breath about my eyes Ah thou wilt stealS
Away from me again indeed indeedS
Thou wilt be gone away and wilt not heedS
My lonely madness Speak my kindest fairL
Is is it to be so No Who will dareL
To pluck thee from me And of thine own willS
Full well I feel thou wouldst not leave me StillS
Let me entwine thee surer surer nowU
How can we part Elysium who art thouU
Who that thou canst not be for ever hereL
Or lift me with thee to some starry sphereL
Enchantress tell me by this soft embraceN
By the most soft completion of thy faceN
Those lips O slippery blisses twinkling eyesN
And by these tenderest milky sovereigntiesN
These tenderest and by the nectar wineU
The passion O lov'd Ida the divineU
Endymion dearest Ah unhappy meL
His soul will 'scape us O felicityL
How he does love me His poor temples beatS
To the very tune of love how sweet sweet sweetS
Revive dear youth or I shall faint and dieS
Revive or these soft hours will hurry byS
In tranced dulness speak and let that spellS
Affright this lethargy I cannot quellS
Its heavy pressure and will press at leastS
My lips to thine that they may richly feastS
Until we taste the life of love againU
What dost thou move dost kiss O bliss O painU
I love thee youth more than I can conceiveW2
And so long absence from thee doth bereaveW2
My soul of any rest yet must I henceN
Yet can I not to starry eminenceN
Uplift thee nor for very shame can ownU
Myself to thee Ah dearest do not groanU
Or thou wilt force me from this secrecyL
And I must blush in heaven O that IS
Had done it already that the dreadful smilesN
At my lost brightness my impassion'd wilesN
Had waned from Olympus' solemn heightS
And from all serious Gods that our delightS
Was quite forgotten save of us aloneU
And wherefore so ashamed 'Tis but to atoneU
For endless pleasure by some coward blushesN
Yet must I be a coward Horror rushesN
Too palpable before me the sad lookP2
Of Jove Minerva's start no bosom shookP2
With awe of purity no Cupid pinionU
In reverence veiled my crystaline dominionU
Half lost and all old hymns made nullityS
But what is this to love O I could flyS
With thee into the ken of heavenly powersN
So thou wouldst thus for many sequent hoursN
Press me so sweetly Now I swear at onceN
That I am wise that Pallas is a dunceN
Perhaps her love like mine is but unknownU
O I do think that I have been aloneU
In chastity yes Pallas has been sighingO
While every eve saw me my hair uptyingO
With fingers cool as aspen leaves Sweet loveY
I was as vague as solitary doveY
Nor knew that nests were built Now a soft kissN
Aye by that kiss I vow an endless blissN
An immortality of passion's thineU
Ere long I will exalt thee to the shineU
Of heaven ambrosial and we will shadeS
Ourselves whole summers by a river gladeS
And I will tell thee stories of the skyO
And breathe thee whispers of its minstrelsyN
My happy love will overwing all boundsN
O let me melt into thee let the soundsN
Of our close voices marry at their birthF2
Let us entwine hoveringly O dearthF2
Of human words roughness of mortal speechU
Lispings empyrean will I sometime teachU
Thine honied tongue lute breathings which I gaspB2
To have thee understand now while I claspB2
Thee thus and weep for fondness I am pain'dS
Endymion woe woe is grief contain'dS
In the very deeps of pleasure my sole lifeR2
Hereat with many sobs her gentle strifeR2
Melted into a languor He return'dS
Entranced vows and tearsN
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Ye who have yearn'dS
With too much passion will here stay and pityS
For the mere sake of truth as 'tis a dittyS
Not of these days but long ago 'twas toldS
By a cavern wind unto a forest oldS
And then the forest told it in a dreamA2
To a sleeping lake whose cool and level gleamA2
A poet caught as he was journeyingO
To Phoebus' shrine and in it he did flingO
His weary limbs bathing an hour's spaceN
And after straight in that inspired placeN
He sang the story up into the airL
Giving it universal freedom ThereL
Has it been ever sounding for those earsN
Whose tips are glowing hot The legend cheersN
Yon centinel stars and he who listens to itS
Must surely be self doomed or he will rue itS
For quenchless burnings come upon the heartS
Made fiercer by a fear lest any partS
Should be engulphed in the eddying windS
As much as here is penn'd doth always findS
A resting place thus much comes clear and plainU
Anon the strange voice is upon the waneU
And 'tis but echo'd from departing soundS
That the fair visitant at last unwoundS
Her gentle limbs and left the youth asleepB2
Thus the tradition of the gusty deepB2
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Now turn we to our former chroniclersN
Endymion awoke that grief of hersN
Sweet paining on his ear he sickly guess'dS
How lone he was once more and sadly press'dS
His empty arms together hung his headS
And most forlorn upon that widow'd bedS
Sat silently Love's madness he had knownU
Often with more than tortured lion's groanU
Moanings had burst from him but now that rageX2
Had pass'd away no longer did he wageX2
A rough voic'd war against the dooming starsN
No he had felt too much for such harsh jarsN
The lyre of his soul Eolian tun'dS
Forgot all violence and but commun'dS
With melancholy thought O he had swoon'dS
Drunken from pleasure's nipple and his loveY
Henceforth was dove like Loth was he to moveY2
From the imprinted couch and when he didS
'Twas with slow languid paces and face hidS
In muffling hands So temper'd out he stray'dS
Half seeing visions that might have dismay'dS
Alecto's serpents ravishments more keenU
Than Hermes' pipe when anxious he did leanU
Over eclipsing eyes and at the lastS
It was a sounding grotto vaulted vastS
O'er studded with a thousand thousand pearlsN
And crimson mouthed shells with stubborn curlsN
Of every shape and size even to the bulkO
In which whales arbour close to brood and sulkO
Against an endless storm Moreover tooS
Fish semblances of green and azure hueS
Ready to snort their streams In this cool wonderL
Endymion sat down and 'gan to ponderL
On all his life his youth up to the dayS
When 'mid acclaim and feasts and garlands gayS
He stept upon his shepherd throne the lookO
Of his white palace in wild forest nookO
And all the revels he had lorded thereL
Each tender maiden whom he once thought fairL
With every friend and fellow woodlanderL
Pass'd like a dream before him Then the spurL
Of the old bards to mighty deeds his plansN
To nurse the golden age 'mong shepherd clansN
That wondrous night the great Pan festivalS
His sister's sorrow and his wanderings allS
Until into the earth's deep maw he rush'dS
Then all its buried magic till it flush'dS
High with excessive love And now thought heS
How long must I remain in jeopardyS
Of blank amazements that amaze no moreL
Now I have tasted her sweet soul to the coreL
All other depths are shallow essencesN
Once spiritual are like muddy leesN
Meant but to fertilize my earthly rootS
And make my branches lift a golden fruitS
Into the bloom of heaven other lightS
Though it be quick and sharp enough to blightS
The Olympian eagle's vision is darkO
Dark as the parentage of chaos HarkO
My silent thoughts are echoing from these shellsN
Or they are but the ghosts the dying swellsN
Of noises far away list HereuponU
He kept an anxious ear The humming toneU
Came louder and behold there as he layS
On either side outgush'd with misty sprayS
A copious spring and both together dash'dS
Swift mad fantastic round the rocks and lash'dS
Among the conchs and shells of the lofty grotS
Leaving a trickling dew At last they shotS
Down from the ceiling's height pouring a noiseN
As of some breathless racers whose hopes poizeN
Upon the last few steps and with spent forceN
Along the ground they took a winding courseN
Endymion follow'd for it seem'd that oneU
Ever pursued the other strove to shunU
Follow'd their languid mazes till well nighO
He had left thinking of the mysteryS
And was now rapt in tender hoveringsN
Over the vanish'd bliss Ah what is it singsN
His dream away What melodies are theseN
They sound as through the whispering of treesN
Not native in such barren vaults Give earL
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O Arethusa peerless nymph why fearL
Such tenderness as mine Great Dian whyO
Why didst thou hear her prayer O that IO
Were rippling round her dainty fairness nowU
Circling about her waist and striving howU
To entice her to a dive then stealing inU
Between her luscious lips and eyelids thinU
O that her shining hair was in the sunU
And I distilling from it thence to runU
In amorous rillets down her shrinking formZ2
To linger on her lily shoulders warmZ2
Between her kissing breasts and every charmN2
Touch raptur'd See how painfully I flowS
Fair maid be pitiful to my great woeS
Stay stay thy weary course and let me leadS
A happy wooer to the flowery meadS
Where all that beauty snar'd me Cruel godS
Desist or my offended mistress' nodS
Will stagnate all thy fountains tease me notS
With syren words Ah have I really gotS
Such power to madden thee And is it trueL
Away away or I shall dearly rueL
My very thoughts in mercy then awayS
Kindest Alpheus for should I obeyS
My own dear will 'twould be a deadly baneU
O Oread Queen would that thou hadst a painU
Like this of mine then would I fearless turnU
And be a criminal Alas I burnU
I shudder gentle river get thee henceN
Alpheus thou enchanter every senseN
Of mine was once made perfect in these woodsN
Fresh breezes bowery lawns and innocent floodsN
Ripe fruits and lonely couch contentment gaveA3
But ever since I heedlessly did laveA3
In thy deceitful stream a panting glowS
Grew strong within me wherefore serve me soS
And call it love Alas 'twas crueltyS
Not once more did I close my happy eyesN
Amid the thrush's song Away AvauntS
O 'twas a cruel thing Now thou dost tauntS
So softly Arethusa that I thinkO
If thou wast playing on my shady brinkO
Thou wouldst bathe once again Innocent maidS
Stifle thine heart no more nor be afraidS
Of angry powers there are deitiesN
Will shade us with their wings Those fitful sighsN
'Tis almost death to hear O let me pourL
A dewy balm upon them fear no moreL
Sweet Arethusa Dian's self must feelS
Sometimes these very pangs Dear maiden stealS
Blushing into my soul and let us flyO
These dreary caverns for the open skyO
I will delight thee all my winding courseN
From the green sea up to my hidden sourceN
About Arcadian forests and will shewL
The channels where my coolest waters flowS
Through mossy rocks where 'mid exuberant greenU
I roam in pleasant darkness more unseenU
Than Saturn in his exile where I brimJ2
Round flowery islands and take thence a skimJ2
Of mealy sweets which myriads of beesN
Buzz from their honied wings and thou shouldst pleaseN
Thyself to choose the richest where we mightS
Be incense pillow'd every summer nightS
Doff all sad fears thou white deliciousnessN
And let us be thus comforted unlessN
Thou couldst rejoice to see my hopeless streamA2
Hurry distracted from Sol's temperate beamA2
And pour to death along some hungry sandsN
What can I do Alpheus Dian standsN
Severe before me persecuting fateS
Unhappy Arethusa thou wast lateS
A huntress free in At this sudden fellS
Those two sad streams adown a fearful dellS
The Latmian listen'd but he heard no moreL
Save echo faint repeating o'er and o'erL
The name of Arethusa On the vergeB3
Of that dark gulph he wept and said I urgeB3
Thee gentle Goddess of my pilgrimageC3
By our eternal hopes to soothe to assuageX2
If thou art powerful these lovers painsN
And make them happy in some happy plainsN
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He turn'd there was a whelming sound he steptS
There was a cooler light and so he keptS
Towards it by a sandy path and loS
More suddenly than doth a moment goS
The visions of the earth were gone and fledS
He saw the giant sea above his headS

John Keats



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