Poem:AthanasiaTothatgauntHouseofArtwhichlacksfornaughtOfallthegreatthingsmenhavesavedfromTime，ThewitheredbodyofagirlwasbroughtDeaderetheworld'sgladyouthhadtoucheditsprime，AndseenbylonelyArabslyinghidInthedimwombofsomeblackpyramid。
ButwhentheyhadunloosedthelinenbandWhichswathedtheEgyptian'sbody，-lo!wasfoundClosedinthewastedhollowofherhandAlittleseed，whichsowninEnglishgroundDidwondroussnowofstarryblossomsbearAndspreadrichodoursthroughourspring-tideair。
WithsuchstrangeartsthisflowerdidallureThatallforgottenwastheasphodel，Andthebrownbee，thelily'sparamour，Forsookthecupwherehewaswonttodwell，Fornotathingofearthitseemedtobe，ButstolenfromsomeheavenlyArcady。
Invainthesadnarcissus，wanandwhiteAtitsownbeauty，hungacrossthestream，Thepurpledragon-flyhadnodelightWithitsgolddusttomakehiswingsa-gleam，Ah!nodelightthejasmine-bloomtokiss，Orbrushtherain-pearlsfromtheeucharis。
ForloveofitthepassionatenightingaleForgotthehillsofThrace，thecruelking，AndthepaledovenolongercaredtosailThroughthewetwoodsattimeofblossoming，ButroundthisflowerofEgyptsoughttofloat，Withsilveredwingandamethystinethroat。
WhilethehotsunblazedinhistowerofblueAcoolingwindcreptfromthelandofsnows，AndthewarmsouthwithtendertearsofdewDrencheditswhiteleaveswhenHesperosup-roseAmidthosesea-greenmeadowsoftheskyOnwhichthescarletbarsofsunsetlie。
Butwheno'erwastesoflily-hauntedfieldThetiredbirdshadstayedtheiramoroustune，AndbroadandglitteringlikeanargentshieldHighinthesapphireheavenshungthemoon，DidnostrangedreamorevilmemorymakeEachtremulouspetalofitsblossomsshake？
Ahno!tothisbrightflowerathousandyearsSeemedbutthelingeringofasummer'sday，ItneverknewthetideofcankeringfearsWhichturnaboy'sgoldhairtowitheredgrey，Thedreaddesireofdeathitneverknew，Orhowallfolkthattheywerebornmustrue。
Forwetodeathwithpipeanddancinggo，Norwouldwepasstheivorygateagain，AssomesadriverweariedofitsflowThroughthedullplains，thehauntsofcommonmen，Leapslover-likeintotheterriblesea!
Andcountsitgaintodiesogloriously。
WemarourlordlystrengthinbarrenstrifeWiththeworld'slegionsledbyclamorouscare，ItneverfeelsdecaybutgatherslifeFromthepuresunlightandthesupremeair，WelivebeneathTime'swastingsovereignty，Itisthechildofalleternity。
Poem:SerenadeForMusic
ThewesternwindisblowingfairAcrossthedarkAEgeansea，AndatthesecretmarblestairMyTyriangalleywaitsforthee。
Comedown!thepurplesailisspread，Thewatchmansleepswithinthetown，Oleavethylily-floweredbed，OLadyminecomedown，comedown!
Shewillnotcome，Iknowherwell，Oflover'svowsshehathnocare，AndlittlegoodamancantellOfonesocruelandsofair。
Trueloveisbutawoman'stoy，Theyneverknowthelover'spain，AndIwholovedaslovesaboyMustloveinvain，mustloveinvain。
Onoblepilot，tellmetrue，Isthatthesheenofgoldenhair？
OrisitbutthetangleddewThatbindsthepassion-flowersthere？
GoodsailorcomeandtellmenowIsthatmyLady'slilyhand？
Orisitbutthegleamingprow，Orisitbutthesilversand？
No!no!'tisnotthetangleddew，'Tisnotthesilver-frettedsand，ItismyowndearLadytrueWithgoldenhairandlilyhand!
Onoblepilot，steerforTroy，Goodsailor，plythelabouringoar，ThisistheQueenoflifeandjoyWhomwemustbearfromGrecianshore!
Thewaningskygrowsfaintandblue，Itwantsanhourstillofday，Aboard!aboard!mygallantcrew，OLadymine，away!away!
Onoblepilot，steerforTroy，Goodsailor，plythelabouringoar，Olovedasonlylovesaboy!
Olovedforeverevermore!
Poem:EndymionForMusic
Theappletreesarehungwithgold，AndbirdsareloudinArcady，Thesheepliebleatinginthefold，Thewildgoatrunsacrossthewold，Butyesterdayhislovehetold，Iknowhewillcomebacktome。
Orisingmoon!OLadymoon!
Beyoumylover'ssentinel，Youcannotchoosebutknowhimwell，Forheisshodwithpurpleshoon，Youcannotchoosebutknowmylove，Forheashepherd'scrookdothbear，Andheissoftasanydove，Andbrownandcurlyishishair。
TheturtlenowhasceasedtocallUponhercrimson-footedgroom，Thegreywolfprowlsaboutthestall，Thelily'ssingingseneschalSleepsinthelily-bell，andallTheviolethillsarelostingloom。
Orisenmoon!Oholymoon!
StandonthetopofHelice，Andifmyowntrueloveyousee，Ah!ifyouseethepurpleshoon，Thehazelcrook，thelad'sbrownhair，Thegoat-skinwrappedabouthisarm，TellhimthatIamwaitingwhereTherushlightglimmersintheFarm。
Thefallingdewiscoldandchill，AndnobirdsingsinArcady，Thelittlefaunshaveleftthehill，EventhetireddaffodilHascloseditsgildeddoors，andstillMylovercomesnotbacktome。
Falsemoon!Falsemoon!Owaningmoon!
Whereismyowntruelovergone，Wherearethelipsvermilion，Theshepherd'scrook，thepurpleshoon？
Whyspreadthatsilverpavilion，Whywearthatveilofdriftingmist？
Ah!thouhastyoungEndymion，Thouhastthelipsthatshouldbekissed!
Poem:LaBellaDonnaDellaMiaMenteMylimbsarewastedwithaflame，Myfeetaresorewithtravelling，For，callingonmyLady'sname，Mylipshavenowforgottosing。
OLinnetinthewild-rosebrakeStrainformyLovethymelody，OLarksinglouderforlove'ssake，MygentleLadypassethby。
SheistoofairforanymanToseeorholdhisheart'sdelight，FairerthanQueenorcourtesanOrmoonlitwaterinthenight。
Herhairisboundwithmyrtleleaves，Greenleavesuponhergoldenhair!
GreengrassesthroughtheyellowsheavesOfautumncornarenotmorefair。
Herlittlelips，moremadetokissThantocrybitterlyforpain，Aretremulousasbrook-wateris，Orrosesaftereveningrain。
HerneckislikewhitemeliloteFlushingforpleasureofthesun，Thethrobbingofthelinnet'sthroatIsnotsosweettolookupon。
Asapomegranate，cutintwain，White-seeded，ishercrimsonmouth，HercheeksareasthefadingstainWherethepeachreddenstothesouth。
Otwininghands!OdelicateWhitebodymadeforloveandpain!
OHouseoflove!OdesolatePaleflowerbeatenbytherain!
Poem:ChansonAringofgoldandamilk-whitedoveAregoodlygiftsforthee，AndahempenropeforyourownloveTohanguponatree。
ForyouaHouseofIvory，Rosesarewhiteintherose-bower!
Anarrowbedformetolie，White，Owhite，isthehemlockflower!
Myrtleandjessamineforyou，Otheredroseisfairtosee!
Formethecypressandtherue，Finestofallisrosemary!
Foryouthreeloversofyourhand，Greengrasswhereamanliesdead!
Formethreepacesonthesand，Plantliliesatmyhead!
Poem:CharmidesI。
HewasaGrecianlad，whocominghomeWithpulpyfigsandwinefromSicilyStoodathisgalley'sprow，andletthefoamBlowthroughhiscrispbrowncurlsunconsciously，Andholdingwaveandwindinboy'sdespitePeeredfromhisdrippingseatacrossthewetandstormynight。
TillwiththedawnhesawaburnishedspearLikeathinthreadofgoldagainstthesky，Andhoistedsail，andstrainedthecreakinggear，AndbadethepilotheadherlustilyAgainstthenor'westgale，andalldaylongHeldonhisway，andmarkedtherowers'timewithmeasuredsong。
AndwhenthefaintCorinthianhillswereredDroppedanchorinalittlesandybay，Andwithfreshboughsofolivecrownedhishead，Andbrushedfromcheekandthroatthehoaryspray，Andwashedhislimbswithoil，andfromtheholdBroughtouthislinentunicandhissandalsbrazen-soled，Andarichrobestainedwiththefishers'juiceWhichofsomeswarthytraderhehadboughtUponthesunnyquayatSyracuse，AndwaswithTyrianbroideriesinwrought，AndbythequestioningmerchantsmadehiswayUpthroughthesoftandsilverwoods，andwhenthelabouringdayHadspunitstangledwebofcrimsoncloud，Clombthehighhill，andwithswiftsilentfeetCrepttothefaneunnoticedbythecrowdOfbusypriests，andfromsomedarkretreatWatchedtheyoungswainshisfrolicplaymatesbringThefirstlingoftheirlittleflock，andtheshyshepherdflingThecracklingsaltupontheflame，orhangHisstuddedcrookagainstthetemplewallToHerwhokeepsawaytheravenousfangOfthebasewolffromhomesteadandfromstall；
Andthentheclear-voicedmaidens'gantosing，Andtothealtareachmanbroughtsomegoodlyoffering，Abeechencupbrimmingwithmilkyfoam，AfairclothwroughtwithcunningimageryOfhoundsinchase，awaxenhoney-combDrippingwithoozygoldwhichscarcethebeeHadceasedfrombuilding，ablackskinofoilMeetforthewrestlers，agreatboarthefierceandwhite-tuskedspoilStolenfromArtemisthatjealousmaidTopleaseAthena，andthedappledhideOfatallstagwhoinsomemountaingladeHadmettheshaft；andthentheheraldcried，AndfromthepillaredprecinctonebyoneWentthegladGreekswellpleasedthattheytheirsimplevowshaddone。
AndtheoldpriestputoutthewaningfiresSavethatonelampwhoserestlessrubyglowedForeverinthecell，andtheshrilllyresCamefainteronthewind，asdowntheroadInjoyousdancethesecountryfolkdidpass，Andwithstouthandsthewarderclosedthegatesofpolishedbrass。
Longtimehelayandhardlydaredtobreathe，Andheardthecadenceddripofspilt-outwine，Andtherose-petalsfallingfromthewreathAsthenightbreezeswanderedthroughtheshrine，AndseemedtobeinsomeentrancedswoonTillthroughtheopenroofabovethefullandbrimmingmoonFloodedwithsheenywavesthemarblefloor，Whenfromhisnookupleapttheventurouslad，Andflingingwidethecedar-carvendoorBeheldanawfulimagesaffron-cladAndarmedforbattle!thegauntGriffinglaredFromthehugehelm，andthelonglanceofwreckandruinflaredLikearedrodofflame，stonyandsteeledTheGorgon'sheaditsleadeneyeballsrolled，Andwritheditssnakyhorrorsthroughtheshield，AndgapedaghastwithbloodlesslipsandcoldInpassionimpotent，whilewithblindgazeTheblinkingowlbetweenthefeethootedinshrillamaze。
ThelonelyfisherashetrimmedhislampFaroutatseaoffSunium，orcastThenetfortunnies，heardabrazentrampOfhorsessmitethewaves，andawildblastDividethefoldedcurtainsofthenight，Andkneltuponthelittlepoop，andprayedinholyfright。
AndguiltyloversintheirveneryForgatalittlewhiletheirstolensweets，DeemingtheyhearddreadDian'sbittercry；
AndthegrimwatchmenontheirloftyseatsRantotheirshieldsinhasteprecipitate，Orstrainedblack-beardedthroatsacrosstheduskyparapet。
Forroundthetemplerolledtheclangofarms，AndthetwelveGodsleaptupinmarblefear，AndtheairquakedwithdissonantalarumsTillhugePoseidonshookhismightyspear，Andonthefriezetheprancinghorsesneighed，Andthelowtreadofhurryingfeetrangfromthecavalcade。
Readyfordeathwithpartedlipshestood，AndwellcontentatsuchapricetoseeThatcalmwidebrow，thatterriblemaidenhood，Themarvelofthatpitilesschastity，Ah!wellcontentindeed，forneverwightSinceTroy'syoungshepherdprincehadseensowonderfulasight。
Readyfordeathhestood，butlo!theairGrewsilent，andthehorsesceasedtoneigh，Andoffhisbrowhetossedtheclusteringhair，Andfromhislimbshethrowthecloakaway；
Forwhomwouldnotsuchlovemakedesperate？
Andnighercame，andtouchedherthroat，andwithhandsviolateUndidthecuirass，andthecrocusgown，Andbaredthebreastsofpolishedivory，TillfromthewaistthepeplosfallingdownLeftvisiblethesecretmysteryWhichtonoloverwillAthenashow，Thegrandcoolflanks，thecrescentthighs，thebossyhillsofsnow。
Thosewhohaveneverknownalover'ssinLetthemnotreadmyditty，itwillbeTotheirdullearssomusiclessandthinThattheywillhavenojoyofit，butyeTowhosewancheeksnowcreepsthelingeringsmile，YewhohavelearnedwhoErosis，-Olistenyetawhile。
AlittlespacehelethisgreedyeyesRestontheburnishedimage，tillmeresightHalfswoonedforsurfeitofsuchluxuries，AndthenhislipsinhungeringdelightFedonherlips，androundthetoweredneckHeflunghisarms，norcaredatallhispassion'swilltocheck。
NeverIweendidloverholdsuchtryst，Forallnightlonghemurmuredhoneyedword，Andsawhersweetunravishedlimbs，andkissedHerpaleandargentbodyundisturbed，Andpaddledwiththepolishedthroat，andpressedHishotandbeatingheartuponherchillandicybreast。
ItwasasifNumidianjavelinsPiercedthroughandthroughhiswildandwhirlingbrain，AndhisnervesthrilledlikethrobbingviolinsInexquisitepulsation，andthepainWassuchsweetanguishthatheneverdrewHislipsfromherstilloverheadthelarkofwarningflew。
TheywhohaveneverseenthedaylightpeerIntoadarkenedroom，anddrawnthecurtain，AndwithdulleyesandweariedfromsomedearAndworshippedbodyrisen，theyforcertainWillneverknowofwhatItrytosing，Howlongthelastkisswas，howfondandlatehislingering。
Themoonwasgirdledwithacrystalrim，ThesignwhichshipmensayisominousOfwrathinheaven，thewanstarsweredim，AndthelowlighteningeastwastremulousWiththefaintflutteringwingsofflyingdawn，Erefromthesilentsombreshrinehisloverhadwithdrawn。
DownthesteeprockwithhurriedfeetandfastClombthebravelad，andreachedthecaveofPan，Andheardthegoat-footsnoringashepassed，AndleaptuponagrassyknollandranLikeayoungfawnuntoanolivewoodWhichinashadyvalleybythewell-builtcitystood；
Andsoughtalittlestream，whichwellheknew，ForoftentimeswithboyishcarelessshoutThegreenandcrestedgrebehewouldpursue，Orsnareinwovennetthesilvertrout，AnddownamidthestartledreedshelayPantinginbreathlesssweetaffright，andwaitedfortheday。
Onthegreenbankhelay，andletonehandDipinthecooldarkeddieslistlessly，AndsoonthebreathofmorningcameandfannedHishotflushedcheeks，orliftedwantonlyThetangledcurlsfromoffhisforehead，whileHeontherunningwatergazedwithstrangeandsecretsmile。
AndsoontheshepherdinroughwoollencloakWithhislongcrookundidthewattledcotes，AndfromthestackathinbluewreathofsmokeCurledthroughtheairacrosstheripeningoats，Andonthehilltheyellowhouse-dogbayedAsthroughthecrispandrustlingferntheheavycattlestrayed。
Andwhenthelight-footmowerwentafieldAcrossthemeadowslacedwiththreadeddew，Andthesheepbleatedonthemistyweald，Andfromitsnestthewakingcorncrakeflew，SomewoodmensawhimlyingbythestreamAndmarvelledmuchthatanyladsobeautifulcouldseem，Nordeemedhimbornofmortals，andonesaid，'ItisyoungHylas，thatfalserunawayWhowithaNaiadnowwouldmakehisbedForgettingHerakles，'butothers，'Nay，ItisNarcissus，hisownparamour，Thosearethefondandcrimsonlipsnowomancanallure。'
Andwhentheynearercameathirdonecried，'ItisyoungDionysoswhohashidHisspearandfawnskinbytheriversideWearyofhuntingwiththeBassarid，Andwiseindeedwereweawaytofly:
Theylivenotlongwhoonthegodsimmortalcometospy。'
Soturnedtheyback，andfearedtolookbehind，AndtoldthetimidswainhowtheyhadseenAmidthereedssomewoodlandgodreclined，Andnomandaredtocrosstheopengreen，Andonthatdaynoolive-treewasslain，Norrushescut，butalldesertedwasthefairdomain，Savewhentheneat-herd'slad，hisemptypailWellslunguponhisback，withleapandboundRacedontheotherside，andstoppedtohail，Hopingthathesomecomradenewhadfound，Andgatnoanswer，andthenhalfafraidPassedonhissimpleway，ordownthestillandsilentgladeAlittlegirlranlaughingfromthefarm，Notthinkingoflove'ssecretmysteries，AndwhenshesawthewhiteandgleamingarmAndallhismanlihood，withlongingeyesWhosepassionmockedhersweetvirginityWatchedhimawhile，andthenstolebacksadlyandwearily。
Faroffheheardthecity'shumandnoise，AndnowandthentheshrillerlaughterwhereThepassionatepurityofbrown-limbedboysWrestledorracedintheclearhealthfulair，AndnowandthenalittletinklingbellAstheshornwetherledthesheepdowntothemossywell。
Throughthegreywillowsdancedthefretfulgnat，Thegrasshopperchirpedidlyfromthetree，Insleekandoilycoatthewater-ratBreastingthelittleripplesmanfullyMadeforthewild-duck'snest，fromboughtoboughHoppedtheshyfinch，andthehugetortoisecreptacrosstheslough。
OnthefaintwindfloatedthesilkyseedsAsthebrightscythesweptthroughthewavinggrass，Theouzel-cocksplashedcirclesinthereedsAndfleckedwithsilverwhorlstheforest'sglass，WhichscarcehadcaughtagainitsimageryErefromitsbedtheduskytenchleaptatthedragon-fly。
ButlittlecarehadheforanythingThoughupanddownthebeechthesquirrelplayed，Andfromthecopsethelinnet'gantosingToitsbrownmateitssweetestserenade；
Ah!littlecareindeed，forhehadseenThebreastsofPallasandthenakedwonderoftheQueen。
ButwhentheherdsmancalledhisstragglinggoatsWithwhistlingpipeacrosstherockyroad，Andtheshard-beetlewithitstrumpet-notesBoomedthroughthedarkeningwoods，andseemedtobodeOfcomingstorm，andthebelatedcranePassedhomewardlikeashadow，andthedullbigdropsofrainFellonthepatteringfig-leaves，upherose，AndfromthegloomyforestwenthiswayPastsombrehomesteadandwetorchard-close，Andcameatlastuntoalittlequay，Andcalledhismatesaboard，andtookhisseatOnthehighpoop，andpushedfromland，andloosedthedrippingsheet，Andsteeredacrossthebay，andwhenninesunsPasseddownthelongandladderedwayofgold，AndninepalemoonshadbreathedtheirorisonsTothechastestarstheirconfessors，ortoldTheirdearestsecrettothedownymothThatwillnotflyatnoonday，throughthefoamandsurgingfrothCameagreatowlwithyellowsulphurouseyesAndlitupontheship，whosetimberscreakedAsthoughtheladingofthreeargosiesWereinthehold，andflappeditswingsandshrieked，Anddarknessstraightwaystoleacrossthedeep，SheathedwasOrion'ssword，dreadMarshimselffleddownthesteep，AndthemoonhidbehindatawnymaskOfdriftingcloud，andfromtheocean'smargeRosetheredplume，thehugeandhornedcasque，Theseven-cubitspear，thebrazentarge!
AndcladinbrightandburnishedpanoplyAthenastrodeacrossthestretchofsickandshiveringsea!
Tothedullsailors'sightherloosenedlooksSeemedlikethejaggedstorm-rack，andherfeetOnlythespumethatfloatsonhiddenrocks，And，markinghowtherisingwatersbeatAgainsttherollingship，thepilotcriedTotheyounghelmsmanatthesterntolufftowindwardsideButhe，theoverboldadulterer，Adearprofanerofgreatmysteries，Anardentamorousidolater，WhenhebeheldthosegrandrelentlesseyesLaughedloudforjoy，andcryingout'Icome'
Leaptfromtheloftypoopintothechillandchurningfoam。
Thenfellfromthehighheavenonebrightstar，Onedancerleftthecirclinggalaxy，AndbacktoAthensonherclatteringcarInalltheprideofvengeddivinityPalePallassweptwithshrillandsteelyclank，Andafewgurglingbubblesrosewhereherboyloversank。
AndthemastshudderedasthegauntowlflewWithmockinghootsafterthewrathfulQueen，AndtheoldpilotbadethetremblingcrewHoistthebigsail，andtoldhowhehadseenClosetothesternadimandgiantform，Andlikeadippingswallowthestoutshipdashedthroughthestorm。
AndnomandaredtospeakofCharmidesDeemingthathesomeevilthinghadwrought，AndwhentheyreachedthestraitSymplegadesTheybeachedtheirgalleyontheshore，andsoughtThetoll-gateofthecityhastily，Andinthemarketshowedtheirbrownandpicturedpottery。
II。
ButsomegoodTriton-godhadruth，andbareTheboy'sdrownedbodybacktoGrecianland，AndmermaidscombedhisdankanddrippinghairAndsmoothedhisbrow，andloosedhisclenchinghand；
SomebroughtsweetspicesfromfarAraby，Andothersbadethehalcyonsinghersoftestlullaby。
AndwhenhenearedhisoldAthenianhome，AmightybillowroseupsuddenlyUponwhoseoilybacktheclottedfoamLaydiaperedinsomestrangefantasy，AndclaspinghimuntoitsglassybreastSweptlandward，likeawhite-manedsteeduponaventurousquest!
NowwhereColonosleansuntotheseaThereliesalongandlevelstretchoflawn；
Therabbitknowsit，andthemountainbeeForitdesertsHymettus，andtheFaunIsnotafraid，forneverthroughthedayComesacryruderthantheshoutofshepherdladsatplay。
ButoftenfromthethornylabyrinthAndtangledbranchesofthecirclingwoodThestealthyhunterseesyoungHyacinthHurlingthepolisheddisk，anddrawshishoodOverhisguiltygaze，andcreepsaway，Nordarestowindhishorn，or-elseatthefirstbreakofdayTheDryadscomeandthrowtheleathernballAlongthereedyshore，andcircumventSomegoat-earedPantobetheirseneschalForfearofboldPoseidon'sravishment，Andloosetheirgirdles，withshytimorouseyes，Lestfromthesurfhisazurearmsandpurplebeardshouldrise。
Onthissideandonthatarockycave，Hungwiththeyellow-belledlaburnum，standsSmoothisthebeach，savewheresomeebbingwaveLeavesitsfaintoutlineetcheduponthesands，AsthoughitfearedtobetoosoonforgotBythegreenrush，itsplayfellow，-andyet，itisaspotSosmall，thattheinconstantbutterflyCouldstealthehoardedmoneyfromeachflowerEreitwasnoon，andstillnotsatisfyItsover-greedylove，-withinanhourAsailorboy，werehebutrudeenowTolandandpluckagarlandforhisgalley'spaintedprow，Wouldalmostleavethelittlemeadowbare，Foritknowsnothingofgreatpageantry，OnlyafewnarcissihereandthereStandseparateinsweetausterity，Dottingtheunmowngrasswithsilverstars，Andhereandthereadaffodilwavestinyscimitars。
Hitherthebillowbroughthim，andwasgladOfsuchdearservitude，andwherethelandWasvirginofallwaterslaidtheladUponthegoldenmargentofthestrand，AndlikealingeringloveroftreturnedTokissthosepallidlimbswhichoncewithintensefireburned，Erethewetseashadquenchedthatholocaust，Thatself-fedflame，thatpassionatelustihead，EregrislydeathwithchillandnippingfrostHadwitheredupthoselilieswhiteandredWhich，whiletheboywouldthroughtheforestrange，Answeredeachotherinasweetantiphonalcounter-change。
Andwhenatdawnthewood-nymphs，hand-in-hand，Threadedtheboskydell，theirsatyrspiedTheboy'spalebodystretcheduponthesand，AndfearedPoseidon'streachery，andcried，AndlikebrightsunbeamsflittingthroughagladeEachstartledDryadsoughtsomesafeandleafyambuscade。
Saveonewhitegirl，whodeemeditwouldnotbeSodreadathingtofeelasea-god'sarmsCrushingherbreastsinamoroustyranny，AndlongedtolistentothosesubtlecharmsInsidiousloversweavewhentheywouldwinSomefencedfortress，andstolebackagain，northoughtitsinToyieldhertreasureuntoonesofair，Andlaybesidehim，thirstywithlove'sdrouth，Calledhimsoftnames，playedwithhistangledhair，AndwithhotlipsmadehavocofhismouthAfraidhemightnotwake，andthenafraidLesthemightwaketoosoon，fledback，andthen，fondrenegade，Returnedtofreshassault，andalldaylongSatathisside，andlaughedathernewtoy，Andheldhishand，andsanghersweetestsong，ThenfrownedtoseehowfrowardwastheboyWhowouldnotwithhermaidenhoodentwine，NorknewthatthreedayssincehiseyeshadlookedonProserpine；
Norknewwhatsacrilegehislipshaddone，Butsaid，'Hewillawake，Iknowhimwell，HewillawakeateveningwhenthesunHangshisredshieldonCorinth'scitadel；
ThissleepisbutacrueltreacheryTomakemelovehimmore，andinsomecavernoftheseaDeeperthaneverfallsthefisher'slineAlreadyahugeTritonblowshishorn，AndweavesagarlandfromthecrystallineAnddriftingocean-tendrilstoadornTheemeraldpillarsofourbridalbed，Forspheredinfoamingsilver，andwithcoralcrownedhead，Wetwowillsituponathroneofpearl，Andabluewavewillbeourcanopy，Andatourfeetthewater-snakeswillcurlInalltheiramethystinepanoplyOfdiamondedmail，andwewillmarkThemulletsswimmingbythemastofsomestorm-founderedbark，Vermilion-finnedwitheyesofbossygoldLikeflakesofcrimsonlight，andthegreatdeepHisglassy-portaledchamberwillunfold，AndwewillseethepainteddolphinssleepCradledbymurmuringhalcyonsontherocksWhereProteusinquaintsuitofgreenpastureshismonstrousflocks。
Andtremulousopal-huedanemonesWillwavetheirpurplefringeswherewetreadUponthemirroredfloor，andargosiesOffishesfleckedwithtawnyscaleswillthreadThedriftingcordageoftheshatteredwreck，Andhoney-colouredamberbeadsourtwininglimbswilldeck。'
ButwhenthatbaffledLordofWartheSunWithgaudypennonflyingpassedawayIntohisbrazenHouse，andonebyoneThelittleyellowstarsbegantostrayAcrossthefieldofheaven，ah!thenindeedShefearedhislipsuponherlipswouldnevercaretofeed，Andcried，'Awake，alreadythepalemoonWashesthetreeswithsilver，andthewaveCreepsgreyandchillyupthissandydune，Thecroakingfrogsareout，andfromthecaveThenightjarshrieks，theflutteringbatsrepass，Andthebrownstoatwithhollowflankscreepsthroughtheduskygrass。
Nay，thoughthouartagod，benotsocoy，ForinyonstreamthereisalittlereedThatoftenwhispershowalovelyboyLaywithheronceuponagrassymead，WhowhenhiscruelpleasurehehaddoneSpreadwingsofrustlinggoldandsoaredaloftintothesun。
Benotsocoy，thelaureltremblesstillWithgreatApollo'skisses，andthefirWhoseclusteringsistersfringetheseawardhillHathmanyataleofthatboldravisherWhommencallBoreas，andIhaveseenThemockingeyesofHermesthroughthepoplar'ssilverysheen。
EventhejealousNaiadscallmefair，AndeverymornayoungandruddyswainWoosmewithapplesandwithlocksofhair，AndseekstosoothemyvirginaldisdainByallthegiftsthegentlewood-nymphslove；
Butyesterdayhebroughttomeaniris-plumageddoveWithlittlecrimsonfeet，whichwithitsstoreOfsevenspottedeggsthecruelladHadstolenfromtheloftysycamoreAtdaybreak，whenheramorouscomradehadFlownoffinsearchofberriedjuniperWhichmosttheylove；thefretfulwasp，thatearliestvintagerOfthebluegrapes，hathnotpersistencySoconstantasthissimpleshepherd-boyFormypoorlips，hisjoyouspurityAndlaughingsunnyeyesmightwelldecoyADryadfromheroathtoArtemis；
Forverybeautifulishe，hismouthwasmadetokiss；
Hisargentforehead，likearisingmoonOvertheduskyhillsofmeetingbrows，Iscrescentshaped，thehotandTyriannoonLeadsfromthemyrtle-grovenogoodlierspouseForCytheraea，thefirstsilkydownFringeshisblushingcheeks，andhisyounglimbsarestrongandbrown；
Andheisrich，andfatandfleecyherdsOfbleatingsheepuponhismeadowslie，AndmanyanearthenbowlofyellowcurdsIsinhishomesteadforthethievishflyToswimanddrownin，thepinkclovermeadKeepsitssweetstoreforhim，andhecanpipeonoatenreed。
AndyetIlovehimnot；itwasfortheeIkeptmylove；Iknewthatthouwould'stcomeToridmeofthispallidchastity，ThoufairestfloweroftheflowerlessfoamOfallthewideAEgean，brighteststarOfocean'sazureheavenswherethemirroredplanetsare!
Iknewthatthouwould'stcome，forwhenatfirstThedrywoodburgeoned，andthesapofspringSwelledinmygreenandtenderbarkorburstTomyriadmultitudinousblossomingWhichmockedthemidnightwithitsmimicmoonsThatdidnotdreadthedawn，andfirstthethrushes'rapturoustunesStartledthesquirrelfromitsgranary，Andcuckooflowersfringedthenarrowlane，ThroughmyyoungleavesasensuousecstasyCreptlikenewwine，andeverymossyveinThrobbedwiththefitfulpulseofamorousblood，Andthewildwindsofpassionshookmyslimstem'smaidenhood。
ThetroopingfawnsateveningcameandlaidTheircoolblacknosesonmylowestboughs，AndonmytopmostbranchtheblackbirdmadeAlittlenestofgrassesforhisspouse，AndnowandthenatwitteringwrenwouldlightOnathintwigwhichhardlybaretheweightofsuchdelight。
IwastheAtticshepherd'strystingplace，BeneathmyshadowAmaryllislay，AndroundmytrunkwouldlaughingDaphnischaseThetimorousgirl，tilltiredoutwithplayShefelthishotbreathstirhertangledhair，Andturned，andlooked，andflednomorefromsuchdelightfulsnare。
ThencomeawayuntomyambuscadeWhereclusteringwoodbineweavesacanopyForamorouspleasaunce，andtherustlingshadeOfPaphianmyrtlesseemstosanctifyThedearestritesoflove；thereinthecoolAndgreenrecessesofitsfarthestdepththereispool，Theouzel'shaunt，thewildbee'spasturage，ForrounditsrimgreatcreamyliliesfloatThroughtheirflatleavesinverdantanchorage，Eachcupawhite-sailedgolden-ladenboatSteeredbyadragon-fly，-benotafraidToleavethiswanandwave-kissedshore，surelytheplacewasmadeForloverssuchaswe；theCyprianQueen，Onearmaroundherboyishparamour，Straysoftenthereateve，andIhaveseenThemoonstripoffhermistyvestitureForyoungEndymion'seyes；benotafraid，ThepantherfeetofDiannevertreadthatsecretglade。
Nayifthouwill'st，backtothebeatingbrine，Backtotheboisterousbillowletusgo，AndwalkalldaybeneaththehyalineHugevaultofNeptune'swateryportico，AndwatchthepurplemonstersofthedeepSportinungainlyplay，andfromhislairkeenXiphiasleap。
ForifmymistressfindmelyinghereShewillnotruthorgentlepityshow，Butlayherboar-speardown，andwithaustereRelentlessfingersstringthecornelbow，Anddrawthefeatherednotchagainstherbreast，Andloosethearchedcord；aye，evennowuponthequestIhearherhurryingfeet，-awake，awake，Thoulaggardinlove'sbattle!onceatleastLetmedrinkdeepofpassion'swine，andslakeMyparchedbeingwiththenectarousfeastWhichevengodsaffect!Ocome，Love，come，Stillwehavetimetoreachthecavernofthineazurehome。'
ScarcehadshespokenwhentheshudderingtreesShook，andtheleavesdivided，andtheairGrewconsciousofagod，andthegreyseasCrawledbackward，andalonganddismalblareBlewfromsometasselledhorn，asleuth-houndbayed，Andlikeaflameabarbedreedflewwhizzingdowntheglade。
AndwherethelittleflowersofherbreastJustbrakeintotheirmilkyblossoming，Thismurderousparamour，thisunbiddenguest，Piercedandstruckdeepinhorridchambering，Andploughedabloodyfurrowwithitsdart，Anddugalongredroad，andcleftwithwingeddeathherheart。
SobbingherlifeoutwithabittercryOntheboy'sbodyfelltheDryadmaid，Sobbingforincompletevirginity，Andrapturesunenjoyed，andpleasuresdead，Andallthepainofthingsunsatisfied，Andthebrightdropsofcrimsonyouthcreptdownherthrobbingside。
Ah!pitifulitwastohearhermoan，AndverypitifultoseeherdieEreshehadyieldeduphersweets，orknownThejoyofpassion，thatdreadmysteryWhichnottoknowisnottoliveatall，Andyettoknowistobeheldindeath'smostdeadlythrall。
ButasithapttheQueenofCythere，WhowithAdonisallnightlonghadlainWithinsomeshepherd'shutinArcady，OnteamofsilverdovesandgildedwainWasjourneyingPaphos-ward，highupafarFrommortalkenbetweenthemountainsandthemorningstar，Andwhenlowdownshespiedthehaplesspair，AndheardtheOread'sfaintdespairingcry，WhosecadenceseemedtoplayupontheairAsthoughitwereaviol，hastilyShebadeherpigeonsfoldeachstrainingplume，Anddropttoearth，andreachedthestrand，andsawtheirdolorousdoom。
ForasagardenerturningbackhisheadTocatchthelastnotesofthelinnet，mowsWithcarelessscythetoonearsomeflowerbed，Andcutsthethornypillaroftherose，Andwiththeflower'sloosenedlonelinessStrewsthebrownmould；orassomeshepherdladinwantonnessDrivinghislittleflockalongthemeadTreadsdowntwodaffodils，whichsidebyaideHaveluredthelady-birdwithyellowbredeAndmadethegaudymothforgetitspride，TreadsdowntheirbrimminggoldenchalicesUnderlightfeetwhichwerenotmadeforsuchruderavages；
OrasaschoolboytiredofhisbookFlingshimselfdownuponthereedygrassAndpluckstwowater-liliesfromthebrook，Andforatimeforgetsthehourglass，Thenweariesoftheirsweets，andgoeshisway，Andletsthehotsunkillthem，evengotheseloverslay。
AndVenuscried，'ItisdreadArtemisWhosebitterhandhathwroughtthiscruelty，OrelsethatmightiermaidwhosecareitisToguardherstrongandstainlessmajestyUponthehillAthenian，-alas!
ThattheywholovedsowellunlovedintoDeath'shouseshouldpass。'
SowithsofthandsshelaidtheboyandgirlInthegreatgoldenwaggontenderlyHerwhitethroatwhiterthanamoonypearlJustthreadedwithabluevein'stapestryHadnotyetceasedtothrob，andstillherbreastSwayedlikeawind-stirredlilyinambiguousunrest
Andtheneachpigeonspreaditsmilkyvan，Thebrightcarsoaredintothedawningsky，AndlikeacloudtheaerialcaravanPassedovertheAEgeansilently，TillthefaintairwastroubledwiththesongFromthewanmouthsthatcallonbleedingThammuzallnightlong。
ButwhenthedoveshadreachedtheirwontedgoalWherethewidestairoforbedmarbledipsItssnowsintothesea，herflutteringsoulJustshookthetremblingpetalsofherlipsAndpassedintothevoid，andVenusknewThatonefairmaidthelesswouldwalkamidherretinue，AndbadeherservantscarveacedarchestWithallthewonderofthishistory，WithinwhosescentedwombtheirlimbsshouldrestWhereolive-treesmaketendertheblueskyOnthelowhillsofPaphos，andtheFaunPipesinthenoonday，andthenightingalesingsontilldawn。
Norfailedtheytoobeyherhest，andereThemorningbeehadstungthedaffodilWithtinyfretfulspear，orfromitslairThewakingstaghadleaptacrosstherillAndrousedtheouzel，orthelizardcreptAthwartthesunnyrock，beneaththegrasstheirbodiesslept。
Andwhendaybrake，withinthatsilvershrineFedbytheflamesofcressetstremulous，QueenVenuskneltandprayedtoProserpineThatshewhosebeautymadeDeathamorousShouldbegaguerdonfromherpallidLord，AndletDesirepassacrossdreadCharon'sicyford。
III
InmelancholymoonlessAcheron，FarmforthegoodlyearthandjoyousdayWherenospringeverbuds，norripeningsunWeighsdowntheappletrees，norfloweryMayChequerswithchestnutbloomsthegrassyfloor，Wherethrushesneversing，andpipinglinnetsmatenomore，TherebyadimanddarkLethaeanwellYoungCharmideswaslying；wearilyHepluckedtheblossomsfromtheasphodel，AndwithitslittlerifledtreasuryStrewedthedullwatersoftheduskystream，Andwatchedthewhitestarsfounder，andthelandwaslikeadream，WhenashegazedintothewateryglassAndthroughhisbrownhair'scurlytanglesscannedHisownwanface，ashadowseemedtopassAcrossthemirror，andalittlehandStoleintohis，andwarmlipstimidlyBrushedhispalecheeks，andbreathedtheirsecretforthintoasigh。
Thenturnedheroundhiswearyeyesandsaw，Andevernigherstilltheirfacescame，AndnighereverdidtheiryoungmouthsdrawUntiltheyseemedoneperfectroseofflame，Andlongingarmsaroundherneckhecast，Andfeltherthrobbingbosom，andhisbreathcamehotandfast，Andallhishoardedsweetswereherstokiss，Andallhermaidenhoodwashistoslay，AndlimbtolimbinlongandrapturousblissTheirpassionwaxedandwaned，-OwhyessayTopipeagainoflove，tooventurousreed!
Enough，enoughthatEroslaugheduponthatflowerlessmead。
Tooventurouspoesy，OwhyessayTopipeagainofpassion!foldthywingsO'erdaringIcarusandbidthylaySleephiddeninthelyre'ssilentstringsTillthouhastfoundtheoldCastalianrill，OrfromtheLesbianwaterspluckeddrownedSappho'sgoldenquid!
Enough，enoughthathewhoselifehadbeenAfierypulseofsin，asplendidshame，CouldinthelovelesslandofHadesgleanOnescorchingharvestfromthosefieldsofflameWherepassionwalkswithnakedunshodfeetAndisnotwounded，-ah!enoughthatoncetheirlipscouldmeetInthatwildthrobwhenallexistencesSeemednarrowedtoonesingleecstasyWhichdiesthroughitsownsweetnessandthestressOftoomuchpleasure，erePersephoneHadbadethemserveherbytheebonthroneOfthepaleGodwhointhefieldsofEnnaloosedherzone。
Poem:LesSilhouettesTheseaisfleckedwithbarsofgrey，Thedulldeadwindisoutoftune，AndlikeawitheredleafthemoonIsblownacrossthestormybay。
EtchedclearuponthepallidsandLiestheblackboat:asailorboyClambersaboardincarelessjoyWithlaughingfaceandgleaminghand。
Andoverheadthecurlewscry，WherethroughtheduskyuplandgrassTheyoungbrown-throatedreaperspass，Likesilhouettesagainstthesky。
Poem:LaFuiteDeLaLuneTooutersensesthereispeace，AdreamypeaceoneitherhandDeepsilenceintheshadowyland，Deepsilencewheretheshadowscease。
SaveforacrythatechoesshrillFromsomelonebirddisconsolate；
Acorncrakecallingtoitsmate；
Theanswerfromthemistyhill。
AndsuddenlythemoonwithdrawsHersicklefromthelighteningskies，Andtohersombrecavernflies，Wrappedinaveilofyellowgauze。
Poem:TheGraveOfKeatsRidoftheworld'sinjustice，andhispain，HerestsatlastbeneathGod'sveilofblue:
TakenfromlifewhenlifeandlovewerenewTheyoungestofthemartyrshereislain，FairasSebastian，andasearlyslain。
Nocypressshadeshisgrave，nofuneralyew，ButgentlevioletsweepingwiththedewWeaveonhisbonesanever-blossomingchain。
Oproudestheartthatbrokeformisery!
OsweetestlipssincethoseofMitylene!
Opoet-painterofourEnglishLand!
Thynamewaswritinwater-itshallstand:
Andtearslikeminewillkeepthymemorygreen，AsIsabelladidherBasil-tree。
ROME。
Poem:Theocritus-AVillanelleOsingerofPersephone!
InthedimmeadowsdesolateDostthourememberSicily？
StillthroughtheivyflitsthebeeWhereAmaryllisliesinstate；
OSingerofPersephone!
SimaethacallsonHecateAndhearsthewilddogsatthegate；
DostthourememberSicily？
StillbythelightandlaughingseaPoorPolyphemebemoanshisfate；
OSingerofPersephone!
AndstillinboyishrivalryYoungDaphnischallengeshismate；
DostthourememberSicily？
SlimLaconkeepsagoatforthee，Fortheethejocundshepherdswait；
OSingerofPersephone!
DostthourememberSicily？
Poem:InTheGoldRoom-AHarmonyHerivoryhandsontheivorykeysStrayedinafitfulfantasy，LikethesilvergleamwhenthepoplartreesRustletheirpale-leaveslistlessly，OrthedriftingfoamofarestlessseaWhenthewavesshowtheirteethintheflyingbreeze。
HergoldhairfellonthewallofgoldLikethedelicategossamertanglesspunOntheburnisheddiskofthemarigold，OrthesunflowerturningtomeetthesunWhenthegloomofthedarkbluenightisdone，Andthespearofthelilyisaureoled。
AndhersweetredlipsontheselipsofmineBurnedliketherubyfiresetIntheswinginglampofacrimsonshrine，Orthebleedingwoundsofthepomegranate，OrtheheartofthelotusdrenchedandwetWiththespilt-outbloodoftherose-redwine。
Poem:BalladeDeMargueriteNormande
IamwearyoflyingwithinthechaseWhentheknightsaremeetinginmarket-place。
Nay，gonotthoutothered-roofedtownLestthehoofsofthewar-horsetreadtheedown。
ButIwouldnotgowheretheSquiresride，IwouldonlywalkbymyLady'sside。
Alack!andalack!thouartoverbold，AForester'ssonmaynoteatoffgold。
WillshelovemethelessthatmyFatherisseenEachMartinmasdayinadoubletgreen？
Perchancesheissewingattapestrie，Spindleandloomarenotmeetforthee。
Ah，ifsheisworkingthearrasbrightImightravelthethreadsbythefire-light。
Perchancesheishuntingofthedeer，Howcouldyoufollowo'erhillandmere？
Ah，ifsheisridingwiththecourt，Imightrunbesideherandwindthemorte。
PerchancesheiskneelinginSt。Denys，OnhersoulmayourLadyhavegramercy!
Ah，ifsheisprayinginlonechapelle，Imightswingthecenserandringthebell。
Comein，myson，foryoulooksaepale，Thefathershallfilltheeastoupofale。
Butwhoaretheseknightsinbrightarray？
Isitapageanttherichfolksplay？
'TistheKingofEnglandfromoversea，Whohascomeuntovisitourfaircountrie。
Butwhydoesthecurfewtollsaelow？
Andwhydothemournerswalka-row？
O'tisHughofAmiensmysister'ssonWhoislyingstark，forhisdayisdone。
Nay，nay，forIseewhiteliliesclear，Itisnostrongmanwholiesonthebier。
O'tisoldDameJeannettethatkeptthehall，Iknewshewoulddieattheautumnfall。
DameJeannettehadnotthatgold-brownhair，OldJeannettewasnotamaidenfair。
O'tisnoneofourkithandnoneofourkin，HersoulmayourLadyassoilfromsin!
ButIheartheboy'svoicechauntingsweet，'Elleestmorte，laMarguerite。'
Comein，myson，andlieonthebed，Andletthedeadfolkburytheirdead。
Omother，youknowIlovedhertrue:
Omother，hathonegraveroomfortwo？
Poem:TheDoleOfTheKing'sDaughterBreton
Sevenstarsinthestillwater，Andseveninthesky；
SevensinsontheKing'sdaughter，Deepinhersoultolie。
Redrosesareatherfeet，Rosesareredinherred-goldhair
AndOwhereherbosomandgirdlemeetRedrosesarehiddenthere。
FairistheknightwholiethslainAmidtherushandreed，SeetheleanfishesthatarefainUpondeadmentofeed。
Sweetisthepagethatlieththere，Clothofgoldisgoodlyprey，
Seetheblackravensintheair，Black，Oblackasthenightarethey。
Whatdotheytheresostarkanddead？
Thereisblooduponherhand
Whyaretheliliesfleckedwithred？
Thereisbloodontheriversand。
Therearetwothatridefromthesouthandeast，Andtwofromthenorthandwest，Fortheblackravenagoodlyfeast，FortheKing'sdaughterrest。
Thereisonemanwholoveshertrue，Red，Ored，isthestainofgore!
Hehathduggenagravebythedarksomeyew，Onegravewilldoforfour。
Nomooninthestillheaven，Intheblackwaternone，Thesinsonhersoulareseven，Thesinuponhisisone。
Poem:AmorIntellectualisOfthavewetrodthevalesofCastalyAndheardsweetnotesofsylvanmusicblownFromantiquereedstocommonfolkunknown:
AndoftenlaunchedourbarkuponthatseaWhichthenineMusesholdinempery，Andploughedfreefurrowsthroughthewaveandfoam，NorspreadreluctantsailformoresafehomeTillwehadfreightedwellourargosy。
Ofwhichdespoiledtreasurestheseremain，Sordello'spassion，andthehoneyedlineOfyoungEndymion，lordlyTamburlaineDrivinghispamperedjades，andmorethanthese，Theseven-foldvisionoftheFlorentine，Andgrave-browedMilton'ssolemnharmonies。
Poem:SantaDeccaTheGodsaredead:nolongerdowebringTogrey-eyedPallascrownsofolive-leaves!
Demeter'schildnomorehathtitheofsheaves，Andinthenoonthecarelessshepherdssing，ForPanisdead，andallthewantoningBysecretgladeanddevioushauntiso'er:
YoungHylasseeksthewater-springsnomore；
GreatPanisdead，andMary'ssonisKing。
Andyet-perchanceinthissea-trancedisle，Chewingthebitterfruitofmemory，SomeGodlieshiddenintheasphodel。
AhLove!ifsuchtherebe，thenitwerewellForustoflyhisanger:nay，butsee，Theleavesarestirring:letuswatchawhile。
CORFU。
Poem:AVisionTwocrownedKings，andOnethatstoodaloneWithnogreenweightoflaurelsroundhishead，Butwithsadeyesasoneuncomforted，Andweariedwithman'snever-ceasingmoanForsinsnobleatingvictimcanatone，Andsweetlonglipswithtearsandkissesfed。
Girtwasheinagarmentblackandred，AndathisfeetImarkedabrokenstoneWhichsentuplilies，dove-like，tohisknees。
Nowattheirsight，myheartbeinglitwithflame，IcriedtoBeatrice，'Whoarethese？'
Andshemadeanswer，knowingwelleachname，'AEschylosfirst，thesecondSophokles，Andlastwidestreamoftears!Euripides。'
Poem:ImpressionDeVoyageTheseawassapphirecoloured，andtheskyBurnedlikeaheatedopalthroughtheair；
Wehoistedsail；thewindwasblowingfairForthebluelandsthattotheeastwardlie。
FromthesteepprowImarkedwithquickeningeyeZakynthos，everyolivegroveandcreek，Ithaca'scliff，Lycaon'ssnowypeak，Andalltheflower-strewnhillsofArcady。
Theflappingofthesailagainstthemast，Therippleofthewaterontheside，Therippleofgirls'laughteratthestern，Theonlysounds:-when'gantheWesttoburn，Andaredsunupontheseastoride，IstooduponthesoilofGreeceatlast!
KATAKOLO。
Poem:TheGraveOfShelleyLikeburnt-outtorchesbyasickman'sbedGauntcypress-treesstandroundthesun-bleachedstone；
Heredoththelittlenight-owlmakeherthrone，Andtheslightlizardshowhisjewelledhead。
And，wherethechalicedpoppiesflametored，InthestillchamberofyonpyramidSurelysomeOld-WorldSphinxlurksdarklyhid，Grimwarderofthispleasaunceofthedead。
Ah!sweetindeedtorestwithinthewombOfEarth，greatmotherofeternalsleep，ButsweeterfarfortheearestlesstombInthebluecavernofanechoingdeep，OrwherethetallshipsfounderinthegloomAgainsttherocksofsomewave-shatteredsteep。
ROME。
Poem:ByTheArnoTheoleanderonthewallGrowscrimsoninthedawninglight，ThoughthegreyshadowsofthenightLieyetonFlorencelikeapall。
Thedewisbrightuponthehill，Andbrighttheblossomsoverhead，Butah!thegrasshoppershavefled，ThelittleAtticsongisstill。
OnlytheleavesaregentlystirredBythesoftbreathingofthegale，Andinthealmond-scentedvaleThelonelynightingaleisheard。
Thedaywillmaketheesilentsoon，Onightingalesingonforlove!
WhileyetupontheshadowygroveSplinterthearrowsofthemoon。
BeforeacrossthesilentlawnInsea-greenvestthemorningsteals，Andtolove'sfrightenedeyesrevealsThelongwhitefingersofthedawnFastclimbinguptheeasternskyTograspandslaytheshudderingnight，Allcarelessofmyheart'sdelight，Orifthenightingaleshoulddie。
Poem:FabienDeiFranchiTomyFriendHenryIrving
Thesilentroom，theheavycreepingshade，Thedeadthattravelfast，theopeningdoor，Themurderedbrotherrisingthroughthefloor，Theghost'swhitefingersonthyshoulderslaid，Andthenthelonelyduelintheglade，Thebrokenswords，thestifledscream，thegore，Thygrandrevengefuleyeswhenalliso'er，-
Thesethingsarewellenough，-butthouwertmadeFormoreaugustcreation!frenziedLearShouldatthybiddingwanderontheheathWiththeshrillfooltomockhim，RomeoFortheeshouldlurehislove，anddesperatefearPluckRichard'srecreantdaggerfromitssheath-
ThoutrumpetsetforShakespeare'slipstoblow!
Poem:PhedreToSarahBernhardt
HowvainanddullthiscommonworldmustseemTosuchaOneasthou，whoshould'sthavetalkedAtFlorencewithMirandola，orwalkedThroughthecoololivesoftheAcademe:
Thoushould'sthavegatheredreedsfromagreenstreamForGoat-footPan'sshrillpiping，andhaveplayedWiththewhitegirlsinthatPhaeaciangladeWheregraveOdysseuswakenedfromhisdream。
Ah!surelyoncesomeurnofAtticclayHeldthywandust，andthouhastcomeagainBacktothiscommonworldsodullandvain，Forthouwertwearyofthesunlessday，Theheavyfieldsofscentlessasphodel，ThelovelesslipswithwhichmenkissinHell。
Poem:PortiaToEllenTerry
ImarvelnotBassaniowassoboldToperilallhehaduponthelead，OrthatproudAragonbentlowhisheadOrthatMorocco'sfieryheartgrewcold:
ForinthatgorgeousdressofbeatengoldWhichismoregoldenthanthegoldensunNowomanVeroneselookeduponWashalfsofairasthouwhomIbehold。
YetfairerwhenwithwisdomasyourshieldThesober-suitedlawyer'sgownyoudonned，AndwouldnotletthelawsofVeniceyieldAntonio'shearttothataccursedJew-
OPortia!takemyheart:itisthydue:
IthinkIwillnotquarrelwiththeBond。
Poem:QueenHenriettaMariaToEllenTerry
Inthelonetent，waitingforvictory，Shestandswitheyesmarredbythemistsofpain，Likesomewanlilyoverdrenchedwithrain:
Theclamorousclangofarms，theensanguinedsky，War'sruin，andthewreckofchivalryToherproudsoulnocommonfearcanbring:
BravelyshetarriethforherLordtheKing，Hersoula-flamewithpassionateecstasy。
OHairofGold!OCrimsonLips!OFaceMadefortheluringandtheloveofman!
WiththeeIdoforgetthetoilandstress，Thelovelessroadthatknowsnorestingplace，Time'sstraitenedpulse，thesoul'sdreadweariness，Myfreedom，andmyliferepublican!
Poem:CammaToEllenTerry
AsonewhoporingonaGrecianurnScansthefairshapessomeAttichandhathmade，Godwithslimgoddess，goodlymanwithmaid，Andfortheirbeauty'ssakeislothtoturnAndfacetheobviousday，mustInotyearnFormanyasecretmoonofindolentbliss，WheninmidmostshrineofArtemisIseetheestanding，antique-limbed，andstern？
Andyet-methinksI'dratherseetheeplayThatserpentofoldNile，whosewitcheryMadeEmperorsdrunken，-come，greatEgypt，shakeOurstagewithallthymimicpageants!Nay，Iamgrownsickofunrealpassions，makeTheworldthineActium，methineAnthony!
Poem:PantheaNay，letuswalkfromfireuntofire，Frompassionatepaintodeadlierdelight，-
Iamtooyoungtolivewithoutdesire，TooyoungartthoutowastethissummernightAskingthoseidlequestionswhichofoldMansoughtofseerandoracle，andnoreplywastold。
For，sweet，tofeelisbetterthantoknow，Andwisdomisachildlessheritage，Onepulseofpassion-youth'sfirstfieryglow，-
Areworththehoardedproverbsofthesage:
Vexnotthysoulwithdeadphilosophy，Havewenotlipstokisswith，heartstoloveandeyestosee!
Dostthounothearthemurmuringnightingale，Likewaterbubblingfromasilverjar，Sosoftshesingstheenviousmoonispale，ThathighinheavensheishungsofarShecannothearthatlove-enrapturedtune，-
Markhowshewreatheseachhornwithmist，yonlateandlabouringmoon。
Whitelilies，inwhosecupsthegoldbeesdream，ThefallensnowofpetalswherethebreezeScattersthechestnutblossom，orthegleamOfboyishlimbsinwater，-arenottheseEnoughforthee，dostthoudesiremore？
Alas!theGodswillgivenoughtelsefromtheireternalstore。
ForourhighGodshavesickandweariedgrownOfallourendlesssins，ourvainendeavourForwasteddaysofyouthtomakeatoneBypainorprayerorpriest，andnever，never，Hearkentheynowtoeithergoodorill，Butsendtheirrainuponthejustandtheunjustatwill。
Theysitatease，ourGodstheysitatease，Strewingwithleavesofrosetheirscentedwine，Theysleep，theysleep，beneaththerockingtreesWhereasphodelandyellowlotustwine，MourningtheoldgladdaysbeforetheyknewWhatevilthingstheheartofmancoulddream，anddreamingdo。
AndfarbeneaththebrazenfloortheyseeLikeswarmingfliesthecrowdoflittlemen，Thebustleofsmalllives，thenwearilyBacktotheirlotus-hauntstheyturnagainKissingeachothers'mouths，andmixmoredeepThepoppy-seededdraughtwhichbringssoftpurple-liddedsleep。
Therealldaylongthegolden-vesturedsun，Theirtorch-bearer，standswithhistorchablaze，And，whenthegaudywebofnoonisspunByitstwelvemaidens，throughthecrimsonhazeFreshfromEndymion'sarmscomesforththemoon，AndtheimmortalGodsintoilsofmortalpassionsswoon。
TherewalksQueenJunothroughsomedewymead，HergrandwhitefeetfleckedwiththesaffrondustOfwind-stirredlilies，whileyoungGanymedeLeapsinthehotandamber-foamingmust，Hiscurlsalltossed，aswhentheeaglebareThefrightenedboyfromIdathroughtheblueIonianair。
ThereinthegreenheartofsomegardencloseQueenVenuswiththeshepherdatherside，HerwarmsoftbodylikethebriarroseWhichwouldbewhiteyetblushesatitspride，Laughslowforlove，tilljealousSalmacisPeersthroughthemyrtle-leavesandsighsforpainoflonelybliss。
Thereneverdoesthatdrearynorth-windblowWhichleavesourEnglishforestsbleakandbare，Noreverfallstheswiftwhite-featheredsnow，Noreverdoththered-toothedlightningdareTowaketheminthesilver-frettednightWhenwelieweepingforsomesweetsadsin，somedeaddelight。
Alas!theyknowthefarLethaeanspring，Theviolet-hiddenwaterswelltheyknow，WhereonewhosefeetwithtiredwanderingArefaintandbrokenmaytakeheartandgo，AndfromthosedarkdepthscoolandcrystallineDrink，anddrawbalm，andsleepforsleeplesssouls，andanodyne。
Butweoppressournatures，GodorFateIsourenemy，westarveandfeedOnvainrepentance-Oweareborntoolate!
WhatbalmforusinbruisedpoppyseedWhocrowdintoonefinitepulseoftimeThejoyofinfiniteloveandthefiercepainofinfinitecrime。
Oweareweariedofthissenseofguilt，Weariedofpleasure'sparamourdespair，Weariedofeverytemplewehavebuilt，Weariedofeveryright，unansweredprayer，Formanisweak；Godsleeps:andheavenishigh:
Onefiery-colouredmoment:onegreatlove；andlo!wedie。
Ah!butnoferry-manwithlabouringpoleNearshisblackshalloptotheflowerlessstrand，NolittlecoinofbronzecanbringthesoulOverDeath'srivertothesunlessland，Victimandwineandvowareallinvain，Thetombissealed；thesoldierswatch；thedeadrisenotagain。
Weareresolvedintothesupremeair，Wearemadeonewithwhatwetouchandsee，Withourheart'sbloodeachcrimsonsunisfair，Withouryoungliveseachspring-impassionedtreeFlamesintogreen，thewildestbeaststhatrangeThemoorourkinsmenare，alllifeisone，andallischange。
WithbeatofsystoleandofdiastoleOnegrandgreatlifethrobsthroughearth'sgiantheart，AndmightywavesofsingleBeingrollFromnervelessgermtoman，forwearepartOfeveryrockandbirdandbeastandhill，Onewiththethingsthatpreyonus，andonewithwhatwekill。
FromlowercellsofwakinglifewepassTofullperfection；thustheworldgrowsold:
WewhoaregodlikenowwereonceamassOfquiveringpurplefleckedwithbarsofgold，Unsentientorofjoyormisery，Andtossedinterribletanglesofsomewildandwind-sweptsea。
ThishothardflamewithwhichourbodiesburnWillmakesomemeadowblazewithdaffodil，Ay!andthoseargentbreastsofthinewillturnTowater-lilies；thebrownfieldsmentillWillbemorefruitfulforourloveto-night，Nothingislostinnature，allthingsliveinDeath'sdespite。
Theboy'sfirstkiss，thehyacinth'sfirstbell，Theman'slastpassion，andthelastredspearThatfromthelilyleaps，theasphodelWhichwillnotletitsblossomsblowforfearOftoomuchbeauty，andthetimidshameOftheyoungbridegroomathislover'seyes，-thesewiththesameOnesacramentareconsecrate，theearthNotwealonehathpassionshymeneal，TheyellowbuttercupsthatshakeformirthAtdaybreakknowapleasurenotlessrealThanwedo，wheninsomefresh-blossomingwood，Wedrawthespringintoourhearts，andfeelthatlifeisgood。
SowhenmenburyusbeneaththeyewThycrimson-stainedmoutharosewillbe，Andthysofteyeslushbluebellsdimmedwithdew，AndwhenthewhitenarcissuswantonlyKissesthewinditsplaymatesomefaintjoyWillthrillourdust，andwewillbeagainfondmaidandboy。
Andthuswithoutlife'sconscioustorturingpainInsomesweetflowerwewillfeelthesun，Andfromthelinnet'sthroatwillsingagain，Andastwogorgeous-mailedsnakeswillrunOverourgraves，orastwotigerscreepThroughthehotjunglewheretheyellow-eyedhugelionssleepAndgivethembattle!HowmyheartleapsupTothinkofthatgrandlivingafterdeathInbeastandbirdandflower，whenthiscup，Beingfilledtoofullofspirit，burstsforbreath，AndwiththepaleleavesofsomeautumndayThesoulearth'searliestconquerorbecomesearth'slastgreatprey。
Othinkofit!WeshallinformourselvesIntoallsensuouslife，thegoat-footFaun，TheCentaur，orthemerrybright-eyedElvesThatleavetheirdancingringstospitethedawnUponthemeadows，shallnotbemorenearThanyouandItonature'smysteries，forweshallhearThethrush'sheartbeat，andthedaisiesgrow，AndthewansnowdropsighingforthesunOnsunlessdaysinwinter，weshallknowBywhomthesilvergossamerisspun，Whopaintsthediaperedfritillaries，Onwhatwidewingsfromshiveringpinetopinetheeagleflies。
Ay!hadweneverlovedatall，whoknowsIfyonderdaffodilhadluredthebeeIntoitsgildedwomb，oranyroseHadhungwithcrimsonlampsitslittletree!
Methinksnoleafwouldeverbudinspring，Butforthelovers'lipsthatkiss，thepoets'lipsthatsing。
Isthelightvanishedfromourgoldensun，Oristhisdaedal-fashionedearthlessfair，Thatwearenature'sheritors，andoneWitheverypulseoflifethatbeatstheair？
Rathernewsunsacrosstheskyshallpass，Newsplendourcomeuntotheflower，newglorytothegrass。
Andwetwoloversshallnotsitafar，Criticsofnature，butthejoyousseaShallbeourraiment，andthebeardedstarShootarrowsatourpleasure!WeshallbePartofthemightyuniversalwhole，AndthroughallaeonsmixandminglewiththeKosmicSoul!