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Spiral through ruggedest loopholes； and thence
Stretching across a void； then guiding o'er
Enormous chasms； where； all foam and roar；
Streams subterranean teaze their granite beds；
Then heighten'd just above the silvery heads
Of a thousand fountains； so that he could dash
The waters with his spear； but at the splash；
Done heedlessly； those spouting columns rose
Sudden a poplar's height； and 'gan to enclose
His diamond path with fretwork； streaming round
Alive； and dazzling cool； and with a sound；
Haply； like dolphin tumults； when sweet shells
Welcome the float of Thetis。 Long he dwells
On this delight； for； every minute's space；
The streams with changed magic interlace：
Sometimes like delicatest lattices；
Cover'd with crystal vines； then weeping trees。
Moving about as in a gentle wind；
Which； in a wink； to watery gauze refin'd；
Pour'd into shapes of curtain'd canopies；
Spangled； and rich with liquid broideries
Of flowers； peacocks； swans； and naiads fair。
Swifter than lightning went these wonders rare；
And then the water； into stubborn streams
Collecting； mimick'd the wrought oaken beams；
Pillars； and frieze； and high fantastic roof；
Of those dusk places in times far aloof
Cathedrals call'd。 He bade a loth farewell
To these founts Protean； passing gulph； and dell；
And torrent； and ten thousand jutting shapes；
Half seen through deepest gloom； and griesly gapes；
Blackening on every side； and overhead
A vaulted dome like Heaven's； far bespread
With starlight gems： aye； all so huge and strange；
The solitary felt a hurried change
Working within him into something dreary；…
Vex'd like a morning eagle； lost； and weary；
And purblind amid foggy； midnight wolds。
But he revives at once： for who beholds
New sudden things； nor casts his mental slough？
Forth from a rugged arch； in the dusk below；
Came mother Cybele！ alone… alone…
In sombre chariot； dark foldings thrown
About her majesty； and front death…pale；
With turrets crown'd。 Four maned lions hale
The sluggish wheels； solemn their toothed maws；
Their surly eyes brow…hidden； heavy paws
Uplifted drowsily； and nervy tails
Cowering their tawny brushes。 Silent sails
This shadowy queen athwart； and faints away
In another gloomy arch。
Wherefore delay；
Young traveller； in such a mournful place？
Art thou wayworn； or canst not further trace
The diamond path？ And does it indeed end
Abrupt in middle air？ Yet earthward bend
Thy forehead； and to Jupiter cloud…borne
Call ardently！ He was indeed wayworn；
Abrupt； in middle air； his way was lost；
To cloud…borne Jove he bowed； and there crost
Towards him a large eagle； 'twixt whose wings；
Without one impious word； himself he flings；
Committed to the darkness and the gloom：
Down； down； uncertain to what pleasant doom；
Swift as a fathoming plummet down he fell
Through unknown things； till exhaled asphodel；
And rose； with spicy fannings interbreath'd；
Came swelling forth where little caves were wreath'd
So thick with leaves and mosses； that they seem'd
Large honey…combs of green； and freshly teem'd
With airs delicious。 In the greenest nook
The eagle landed him； and farewell took。
It was a jasmine bower； all bestrown
With golden moss。 His every sense had grown
Ethereal for pleasure； 'bove his head
Flew a delight half…graspable； his tread
Was Hesperean； to his capable ears
Silence was music from the holy spheres；
A dewy luxury was in his eyes；
The little flowers felt his pleasant sighs
And stirr'd them faintly。 Verdant cave and cell
He wander'd through； oft wondering at such swell
Of sudden exaltation： but； 〃Alas！〃
Said he； 〃will all this gush of feeling pass
Away in solitude？ And must they wane；
Like melodies upon a sandy plain；
Without an echo？ Then shall I be left
So sad； so melancholy； so bereft！
Yet still I feel immortal！ O my love；
My breath of life； where art thou？ High above；
Dancing before the morning gates of heaven？
Or keeping watch among those starry seven；
Old Atlas' children？ Art a maid of the waters；
One of shell…winding Triton's bright…hair'd daughters？
Or art； impossible！ a nymph of Dian's；
Weaving a coronal of tender scions
For very idleness？ Where'er thou art；
Methinks it now is at my will to start
Into thine arms； to scare Aurora's train；
And snatch thee from the morning； o'er the main
To scud like a wild bird； and take thee off
From thy sea…foamy cradle； or to doff
Thy shepherd vest； and woo thee mid fresh leaves。
No； no； too eagerly my soul deceives
Its powerless self： I know this cannot be。
O let me then by some sweet dreaming flee
To her entrancements： hither； Sleep； awhile！
Hither； most gentle Sleep！ and soothing foil
For some few hours the coming solitude。〃
Thus spake he； and that moment felt endued
With power to dream deliciously； so wound
Through a dim passage； searching till he found
The smoothest mossy bed and deepest； where
He threw himself； and just into the air
Stretching his indolent arms； he took； O bliss！
A naked waist： 〃Fair Cupid； whence is this？〃
A well…known voice sigh'd； 〃Sweetest； here am I！〃
At which soft ravishment； with doting cry
They trembled to each other。… Helicon！
O fountain'd hill！ Old Homer's Helicon！
That thou wouldst spout a little streamlet o'er
These sorry pages； then the verse would soar
And sing above this gentle pair； like lark
Over his nested young： but all is dark
Around thine aged top； and thy clear fount
Exhales in mists to heaven。 Aye； the count
Of mighty Poets is made up； the scroll
Is folded by the Muses； the bright roll
Is in Apollo's hand： our dazed eyes
Have seen a new tinge in the western skies：
The world has done its duty。 Yet； oh yet；
Although the sun of poesy is set；
These lovers did embrace； and we must weep
That there is no old power left to steep
A quill immortal in their joyous tears。
Long time in silence did their anxious fears
Question that thus it was； long time they lay
Fondling and kissing ever