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Into Elysium； vieing to rehearse
Each one his own anticipated bliss。
One felt heart…certain that he could not miss
His quick gone love； among fair blossom'd boughs；
Where every zephyr…sigh pouts； and endows
Her lips with music for the welcoming。
Another wish'd； mid that eternal spring；
To meet his rosy child； with feathery sails；
Sweeping； eye…earnestly； through almond vales：
Who； suddenly； should stoop through the smooth wind；
And with the balmiest leaves his temples bind；
And； ever after； through those regions be
His messenger； his little Mercury。
Some were athirst in soul to see again
Their fellow huntsmen o'er the wide champaign
In times long past； to sit with them； and talk
Of all the chances in their earthly walk；
Comparing； joyfully； their plenteous stores
Of happiness； to when upon the moors；
Benighted； close they huddled from the cold；
And shar'd their famish'd scrips。 Thus all out…told
Their fond imaginations；… saving him
Whose eyelids curtain'd up their jewels dim；
Endymion： yet hourly had he striven
To hide the cankering venom； that had riven
His fainting recollections。 Now indeed
His senses had swoon'd off： he did not heed
The sudden silence； or the whispers low；
Or the old eyes dissolving at his woe；
Or anxious calls； or close of trembling palms；
Or maiden's sigh； that grief itself embalms：
But in the self…same fixed trance he kept；
Like one who on the earth had never stept。
Aye； even as dead still as a marble man；
Frozen in that old tale Arabian。
Who whispers him so pantingly and close？
Peona； his sweet sister： of all those；
His friends； the dearest。 Hushing signs she made；
And breath'd a sister's sorrow to persuade
A yielding up； a cradling on her care。
Her eloquence did breathe away the curse：
She led him； like some midnight spirit nurse
Of happy changes in emphatic dreams；
Along a path between two little streams；…
Guarding his forehead； with her round elbow；
From low…grown branches； and his footsteps slow
From stumbling over stumps and hillocks small；
Until they came to where these streamlets fall；
With mingled bubblings and a gentle rush；
Into a river； clear； brimful； and flush
With crystal mocking of the trees and sky。
A little shallop； floating there hard by；
Pointed its beak over the fringed bank；
And soon it lightly dipt； and rose； and sank；
And dipt again； with the young couple's weight；…
Peona guiding； through the water straight；
Towards a bowery island opposite；
Which gaining presently； she steered light
Into a shady； fresh； and ripply cove；
Where nested was an arbour； overwove
By many a summer's silent fingering；
To whose cool bosom she was used to bring
Her playmates； with their needle broidery；
And minstrel memories of times gone by。
So she was gently glad to see him laid
Under her favourite bower's quiet shade；
On her own couch； new made of flower leaves；
Dried carefully on the cooler side of sheaves
When last the sun his autumn tresses shook；
And the tann'd harvesters rich armfuls took。
Soon was he quieted to slumbrous rest：
But； ere it crept upon him； he had prest
Peona's busy hand against his lips；
And still； a sleeping； held her finger…tips
In tender pressure。 And as a willow keeps
A patient watch over the stream that creeps
Windingly by it； so the quiet maid
Held her in peace： so that a whispering blade
Of grass； a wailful gnat； a bee bustling
Down in the blue…bells； or a wren light rustling
Among sere leaves and twigs； might all be heard。
O magic sleep！ O comfortable bird；
That broodest o'er the troubled sea of the mind
Till it is hush'd and smooth！ O unconfin'd
Restraint！ imprisoned liberty！ great key
To golden palaces； strange minstrelsy；
Fountains grotesque； new trees； bespangled caves；
Echoing grottos； full of tumbling waves
And moonlight； aye； to all the mazy world
Of silvery enchantment！… who； upfurl'd
Beneath thy drowsy wing a triple hour；
But renovates and lives？… Thus； in the bower；
Endymion was calm'd to life again。
Opening his eyelids with a healthier brain；
He said： 〃I feel this thine endearing love
All through my bosom： thou art as a dove
Trembling its closed eyes and sleeked wings
About me； and the pearliest dew not brings
Such morning incense from the fields of May；
As do those brighter drops that twinkling stray
From those kind eyes；… the very home and haunt
Of sisterly affection。 Can I want
Aught else； aught nearer heaven； than such tears？
Yet dry them up； in bidding hence all fears
That； any longer； I will pass my days
Alone and sad。 No； I will once more raise
My voice upon the mountain…heights； once more
Make my horn parley from their foreheads hoar：
Again my trooping hounds their tongues shall loll
Around the breathed boar： again I'll poll
The fair…grown yew tree； for a chosen bow：
And； when the pleasant sun is setting low；
Again I'll linger in a sloping mead
To hear the speckled thrushes； and see feed
Our idle sheep。 So be thou cheered； sweet；
And； if thy lute is here； softly intreat
My soul to keep in its resolved course。〃
Hereat Peona； in their silver source；
Shut her pure sorrow drops with glad exclaim；
And took a lute； from which there pulsing came
A lively prelude； fashioning the way
In which her voice should wander。 'Twas a lay
More subtle cadenced； more forest wild
Than Dryope's lone lulling of her child；
And nothing since has floated in the air
So mournful strange。 Surely some influence rare
Went； spiritual； through the damsel's hand；
For still； with Delphic emphasis； she spann'd
The quick invisible strings； even though she saw
Endymion's spirit melt away and thaw
Before the deep intoxication。
But soon she came； with sudden burst； upon
Her self…possession… swung the lute aside；
And earnestly said： 〃Brother； 'tis vain to hide
That thou dost know of things mysterious；
Immortal； starry； such alone could thus
Weigh down thy nature。 Hast thou sinn'd in aught
Offensive to the heavenly power？ Caught