And they and ev'ry mossy spring were holy Beetling it bends athwart the solemn sky, And scowls on starry worlds that down beneath it lie. Here sate he with his love, his dark eye bent With eagle gaze along the firmament: Now turned it upon her, but ever then "Ianthe, dearest, see! how dim that ray! With Persian Saadi in his Gulistan : But, oh, that light!—I slumbered. Death the while Stole o'er my senses in that lovely isle, So softly that no single silken hair Awoke that slept, or knew that he was there. The last spot of earth's orb I trod upon * It was entire in 1687, the most elevated spot in Athens. ↑ "Shadowing more beauty in their airy brows Than have the white breasts of the queen of love." MARLOWE. What time upon her airy bounds I hung, "My Angelo! and why of them to be? “But list, Ianthe! when the air so soft Sprang from her station, on the winds apart, But with a downward tremulous motion, through, A red Dædalion on the timid earth." |