ARETHUSA ARETHUSA arose From her couch of snows In the Acroceraunian tains, moun From cloud and from crag, With many a jag Shepherding her bright fountains. She leapt down the rocks And gliding and springing, The Earth seemed to love her And Heaven smiled above her, As she lingered towards the deep. Then Alpheus bold, With his trident the mountains strook, And opened a chasm In the rocks:-with the spasm All Erymanthus shook. And the black south wind The bars of the springs below. Weave a network of coloured light; And under the caves, Where the shadowy waves Are as green as the forest's night: Outspeeding the shark, And the swordfish dark,Under the ocean foam, And up through the rifts Of the mountain clifts,They passed to their Dorian home. And now from their fountains In Enna's mountains, Down one vale where the morn ing basks, Like friends once parted Grown single-hearted, They ply their watery tasks. At sunrise they leap From their cradles steep In the cave of the shelving hill; At noontide they flow Through the woods below And the meadows of asphodel; And at night they sleep In the rocking deep Beneath the Ortygian shore, Like spirits that lie In the azure sky When they love but live no more. THE DAY IS DONE THE day is done, and the darkness I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist ; A feeling of sadness and longing, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. SHELLEY. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, Not from the grand old masters, For, like strains of martial music, Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the eyelids start; Who, through long days of labour, Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away. |