her eyes

For by some freakful chance he made Even as thou vanishest so I shall die. retire

Stay! though a naiad of the rivers, stay! From his companions, and set forth to To thy far wishes will thy streams obey; walk,

Stay! though the greenest woods be thy Perhaps grown wearied of their Corinth domain, talk.

Alone they can drink up the morning

rain: Over the solitary hills he fared,

Though a descended Pleiad, will not Thoughtless at first, but ere eve's star

265 appeared

Of thine harmonious sisters keep in tune His phantasy was lost, where

Thy spheres, and as thy silver proxy fades,

shine? In the calmed twilight of Platonic shades. So sweetly to these ravished ears of mine Lamia beheld him coming, near,

Came thy sweet greeting, that if thou

shouldst fade, Close to her passing, in indifference drear, Thy memory will waste me to a shade: 270 His silent sandals swept the mossy green;

For pity do not melt!” — "If I should So neighbored to him, and yet so seen,

Said Lamia, "here, upon this floor of She stood. He passed, shut up in mys

clay, teries,

And pain my steps upon these flowers too His mind wrapped like his mantle, while rough,

What canst thou say or do of charm Followed his steps, and her neck regal enough white

To dull the nice remembrance of my Turned - syllabling thus, "Ah, Lycius home? bright!

Thou canst not ask me with thee here to And will you leave me on the hills alone? Lycius, look back! and be some pity Over these hills and vales, where no joy shown."

is, He did, not with cold wonder fearingly, Empty of immortality and bliss! But Orpheus-like at an Eurydice:

Thou art a scholar, Lycius, and must For so delicious were the words she sung,

know It seemed he had loved them a whole That finer spirits cannot breathe below 280 summer long.

In human climes, and live: alas, poor And soon his eyes had drunk her beauty youth, up,

What taste of purer air hast thou to Leaving no drop in the bewildering cup,

soothe And still the cup was full, — while he, My essence? What serener palaces, afraid

Where I may all my many senses please, Lest she should vanish ere his lips had paid And by mysterious sleights a hundred Due adoration, thus began to adore

thirsts appease? Her soft look growing coy, she saw his It cannot be Adieu!” So said, she rose chain so sure:

Tiptoe with white arms spread. He, sick "Leave thee alone! Look back! Ah, Goddess, see

The amorous promise of her lone comWhether my eyes

turn from

plain, thee!

Swooned, murmuring of love, and pale For pity do not this sad heart belie

with pain.







to lose









The cruel lady, without any


Lycius from death awoke into amaze, Of sorrow for her tender favorite's woe, To see her still, and singing so sweet lays: But rather, if her eyes could brighter be, Then from amaze into delight he fell With brighter eyes, and slow amenity, To hear her whisper woman's lore so Put her new lips to his, and gave afresh

325 The life she had so tangled her And every word she spake enticed him on mesh.

To unperplexed delight and pleasure And as he from one trance was wakening known. Into another, she began to sing,

Let the mad poets say whate'er they please Happy in beauty, life, and love, and every Of the sweets of fairies, peris, goddesses, thing,

There is not such a treat among them A song of love, too sweet for earthly lyres, all, While, like held breath, the stars drew in Haunters of cavern, lake, and waterfall, their panting fires.


As a real woman, lineal indeed And then she whispered in such trembling From Pyrrha's pebbles or old Adam's tone

seed. As those who, safe together met alone Thus gentle Lamia judged, and judged For the first time through many anguished aright, days,

That Lycius could not love in half a Use other speech than looks, — bidding fright; him raise

So threw the goddess off, and won his His drooping head, and clear his soul of heart doubt,

More pleasantly by playing woman's part, For that she was a woman, and without With no more awe than what her beauty Any more subtle fluid in her veins

gave, Than throbbing blood, and that the self- That, while it smote, still guaranteed to same pains

save. Inhabited her frail-strung heart.as his. Lycius to all made eloquent reply, And next she wondered how his eyes could Marrying to

twinborn miss

sigh: Her face so long in Corinth, where, she And last, pointing to Corinth, asked her

sweet, She dwelt but half retired, and there had If 'twas too far that night for her soft led

feet. Days happy as the gold coin could invent The way was short, for Lamia's eagerness Without the aid of love, - yet in content Made, by a spell, the triple league deTill she saw him, as once 'she passed him by,

315 To a few paces,

not at all surmised Where 'gainst a column he leant thought- | By blinded Lycius, so in her comprised. fully

They passed the city gates, he knew not At Venus' temple porch, 'mid baskets how, heaped

So noiseless, and he never thought to Of amorous herbs and Aowers, newly know.

reaped Late on that eve, as 'twas the night before As men talk in a dream, so Corinth The Adonian feast; whereof she saw no all, more,

Throughout her palaces imperial, But wept alone those days, for why should And all her populous streets and temples she adore?



every word














Muttered, like tempest in the distance Where hung a silver lamp, whose phosphor brewed,

glow To the wide-spreaded night above her Reflected in the slabbed steps below, towers.

Mild as a star in water; for so new Men, women, rich and poor, in the cool And so unsullied was the marble hue, hours,

So through the crystal polish, liquid fine, Shuffled their sandals o'er the pavement Ran the dark veins, that none but feet white,

divine Companioned or alone ; while many a light Could e'er have touched there. Sounds Flared, here and there, from wealthy festi- Æolian vals,

Breathed from the hinges, as the ample And threw their moving shadows on the span walls,

Of the wide doors disclosed a place unOr found them clustered in the corniced known shade

Some time to any, but those two alone, Of some arched temple door, or dusky And a few Persian mutes, who that same colonnade.


Were seen about the markets. None knew Muffling his face, of greeting friends in where fear,

They could inhabit; the most curious Her fingers he pressed hard, as one came Were foiled, who watched to trace them

to their house: With curled gray beard, sharp eyes, and And but the Aitter-winged verse must tell, smooth bald crown,

For truth's sake, what woe afterwards Slow-stepped, and robed in philosophic befell,

395 gown:

'Twould humor many a heart to leave Lycius shrank closer, as they met and past, them thus, Into his mantle, adding wings to haste, Shut from the busy world of more inWhile hurried Lamia trembled. “Ah,” credulous.

said he, "Why do you shudder, love, so ruefully?

PART SECOND Why does your tender palm dissolve in dew?"

Love in a hut, with water and a crust, "I'm wearied,” said fair Lamia: "tell me Is Love, forgive us! — cinders, ashes, who

dust: Is that old man? I cannot bring to mind Love in a palace is perhaps at last His features: Lycius! wherefore did you More grievous torment than hermit's blind

fastYourself from his quick eyes?” Lycius That is a doubtful tale from faery land, replied,

Hard for the non-elect to understand. “ 'Tis Apollonius sage, my trusty guide 375 Had Lycius lived to hand his story down, And good instructor; but tonight he He might have given the moral a fresh

frown, The ghost of folly haunting my sweet Or clenched it quite: but too short was dreams."

their bliss

To breed distrust and hate, that make the While yet he spake they had arrived soft voice hiss. before

Besides, there, nightly, with terrific glare, A pillared porch, with lofty portal door, Love, jealous grown of so complete a pair,









ful roar,









Hovered and buzzed his wings, with fear- From your breast houseless: ay, it must

be so.” Above the lintel of their chamber door, He answered, bending to her open eyes, And down the passage cast a glow upon Where he was mirrored small in paradise: the floor.

“My silver planet, both of eve and morn!

Why will you plead yourself so sad forFor all this came a ruin: — side by side lorn, They were enthronèd, in the eventide, While I am striving how to fill my heart 50 Upon a couch, near to a curtaining

With deeper crimson, and a double smart? Whose airy texture, from a golden string, How to entangle, trammel up and snare Floated into the room, and let appear

Your soul in mine, and labyrinth you Unveiled the summer heaven, blue and there, clear,

Like the hid scent in an unbudded rose ? Betwixt two marble shafts; there they Ay, a sweet kiss — you see your mighty reposed,

55 Where use had made it sweet, with eyelids My thoughts ! shall I unveil them? Listen closed,

then! Saving a tithe which love still open kept, What mortal hath a prize that other men That they might see each other while they May be confounded and abashed withal, almost slept

But lets it sometimes pace abroad majesWhen from the slope side of a suburb tical, hill,

And triumph, as in thee I should rejoice Deafening the swallow's twitter, came a Amid the hoarse alarm of Corinth's thrill

voice. Of trumpets — Lycius started: the sounds Let my foes choke, and my friends shout fled,

afar, But left a thought, a buzzing in his head. While through the throngèd streets your For the first time, since first he harbored

bridal car in

Wheels round its dazzling spokes.” - The That purple-lined palace of sweet sin,

lady's cheek His spirit passed beyond its golden bourn Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and Into the noisy world almost forsworn.

meek, The lady, ever watchful, penetrant, Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain Saw this with pain, so arguing a want Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain Of something more, more than her empery Beseeching him, the while his hand she Of joys; and she began to moan and sigh

wrung, Because he mused beyond her, knowing | To change his purpose. He thereat was well

stung, That but a moment's thought is passion's Perverse, with stronger fancy to reclaim 70 passing-bell.

Her wild and timid nature to his aim;

Besides, for all his love, in self despite, "Why do you sigh, fair creature?” whis- Against his better self, he took delight pered he.

Luxurious in her sorrows, soft and new. "Why do you think?" returned she ten- His passion, cruel grown, took on a hue 75 derly;

Fierce and sanguineous as 'twas possible "You have deserted me: where am I now? In one whose brow had no dark veins to Not in your heart while care weighs on swell.

Fine was the mitigated fury, like No, no, you have dismissed me; and I go Apollo's presence when in act to strike





your brow:






The serpent

Ha, the serpent! certes, Had not a friend. So being left alone she

(Lycius was gone to summon all his kin), Was none.

She burnt, she loved the And knowing surely she could never win tyranny,

His foolish heart from its mad pompousAnd, all subdued, consented to the hour

ness, When to the bridal he should lead his She set herself, high-thoughted, how to paramour.


The misery in fit magnificence. Whispering in midnight silence, said the She did so, but 'tis doubtful how and youth:

whence “Sure some sweet name thou hast, though, Came, and who were, her subtle servitors. by my truth,

About the halls, and to and from the I have not asked it, ever thinking thee

doors, Not mortal, but of heavenly progeny, There was a noise of wings, till in short As still I do. Hast any mortal name,

space Fit appellation for this dazzling frame? The glowing banquet-room shone with Or friends or kinsfolk on the citied earth, wide-arched grace. To share our marriage feast and nuptial A haunting music, sole perhaps and lone mirth?”

Supportress of the faery-roof, made moan “I have no friends," said Lamia, “no, not Throughout, as fearful the whole charm one;

might fade. My presence in wide Corinth hardly Fresh-carved cedar, mimicking a glade 125 known.

Of palm and plantain, met from either My parents' bones are in their dusty urns side, Sepulchred, where no kindled incense High in the midst, in honor of the bride: burns,

95 Two palms and then two plantains, and Seeing all their luckless race are dead,

so on, save me,

From either side their stems branched one And I neglect the holy rite for thee. Even as you list invite your many guests; All down the aislèd place; and beneath But if, as now it seems, your vision rests

all With any pleasure on me, do not bid There ran a stream of lamps straight on Old Apollonius — from him keep me hid.” from wall to wall. Lycius, perplexed at words so blind and So canopied, lay an untasted feast blank,

Teeming with odors. Lamia, regal drest, Made close inquiry; from whose touch she Silently paced about, and as she went, shrank,

In pale contented sort of discontent, Feigning a sleep; and he to the dull shade Missioned her viewless servants to Of deep sleep in a moment


rich trayed.

105 The fretted splendor of each nook and

niche. It was the custom then to bring away Between the tree-stems, marbled plain at The bride from home at blushing shut of first, day,

Came jasper panels; then, anon, there Veiled, in a chariot, heralded along

burst By strewn flowers, torches, and a marriage Forth creeping imagery of slighter trees, 140 song,

And with the larger wove in small inWith other pageants: but this fair un- tricacies. known

Approving all, she faded at self-will,

to one







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