Songs of The urns of the silent snow, And earthquake and thunder The bars of the springs below. Of the fleet nymph's flight "Oh! save me! Oh! guide me! To its blue depth stirred, And under the water The Earth's white daughter Fled like a sunny beam, Behind her descended, Her billows unblended With the brackish Dorian stream. Like a gloomy stain Alpheus rushed behind,- A dove to its ruin Down the streams of the cloudy wind. Under the bowers Where the Ocean Powers Sit on their pearlèd thrones; Through the coral woods. Of the weltering floods; Over heaps of unvalued stones; Through the dim beams Which amid the streams Weave a network of colored light; And under the caves Where the shadowy waves Are as green as the forest's night; 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 morning basks, Grown single-hearted, They ply their watery tasks. At sunrise they leap From their cradles steep In the cave of the shelving hill; Songs of Songs of At noontide they flow Like the spirits that lie When they love but live no more. PERCY BYSShe Shelley. The Culprit Fay III Fairy Dawn 'Tis the hour of fairy ban and spell: The wood-tick has kept the minutes well; And he has awakened the sentry elve Who sleeps with him in the haunted tree, To bid him ring the hour of twelve, Twelve small strokes on his tinkling bell ("Twas made of the white snail's pearly shell)- Songs of "Midnight comes, and all is well! Hither, hither, wing your way! "Tis the dawn of the fairy-day." IV The Assembling of the Fays They come from beds of lichen green, From the silver tops of moon-touched trees, high, And rocked about in the evening breeze; Had slumbered there till the charmèd hour; And some had opened the four-o'clock, And stole within its purple shade. And now they throng the moonlight glade, Their little minim forms arrayed, Fancy Songs of VI The Throne of the Lily-King The throne was reared upon the And his peers were ranged around the throne, He looked around and calmly spoke; His brow was grave and his eye severe, VII The Fay's Crime Fairy! Fairy! list and mark: Thou hast broke thine elfin chain; Thy flame-wood lamp is quenched and dark, In the glance of a mortal maiden's eye, And thou shouldst pay the forfeit high, |